I look at the rocks in the sand.
Pebbles irratically placed catch my eye.
I am drawn to a red rock.
I am caught by the sight of a broken shell.
I forget to look up.
I forget to gaze at the ocean.
Each day my attention is given to small, insignificant tasks. I run myself ragged managing the mundane details of a household of 6. There are joys, of course. Just last night my littlest sat on the potty and peed. There are struggles. Why, oh why, do boys always want to resolve arguments in a physical manner? I make my way through each day, taking quiet inventory of triumphs and failures.
Some days, I forget to thank God for the blessings and pour out my heart for my burdens. I forget to look up.
I don't want to miss the ocean because I am looking at the rocks in the sand.