Celtic Sanctuary

It's been a rough morning.

Not emotionally. Not even physically.

Miriam is being great. Loving. She has gotten time out, but it hasn't been anything challenging and has been solved and forgotten within the 1 minute and 30 seconds she sits in her time out chair. No tantrums. Not much attitude (Which may sound weird considering my daughter is not quite 17 months old yet, but, most of the time, she gives me an eye roll when I discipline her; more fitting a 13 year old girl. I'm definitely in for it.)

Nope. Nothing really tough has happened this morning. Maybe I wouldn't describe my morning as rough. Maybe challenging is a better word.

I'm trying to teach Miriam some vital skills through patience and consistency. Both virtues not necessarily strong suits of mine.

It is interesting trying to teach a child. Before I was a parent, I often sat and thought about tasks such as the one I am attempting at the moment. How do you even start? How do you explain it to a child? It's comparable to going back in time and trying to explain television to a pioneer. How would you even do that? How did Annie Sullivan teach Helen Keller? How did she explain colors to her? Or the sky? Or even that people can communicate? How did she do that?

Anyway, Miriam is napping now and I am reveling in the Mommy-free moment. Listening to Celtic music. I don't know what it is about Celtic music that makes me relax. But, if I turn it on.....anywhere I sit becomes my Celtic sanctuary. Peaceful. Quiet. Serene.

Right now, my sanctuary is sitting at the computer. In five minutes it will be at the table, eating lunch.

Until my monkey gets up and we start all over again.

Oh motherhood.