My mom has what she calls her “thinking rock.” It is, quite literally, a rock on which she stops to think. She inherited said rock when she purchased the house; and it’s quite possibly the worst rock on which to sit. One false move could result in serious bodily harm. Needless to say, my brother and I ridicule her endlessly. We’re her children; it’s what we do.
As the mother, she simply ignores us. Come to think of it, we may be the reason she needed to adopt such a getaway.
All the same, the older I get, the more I see the value in a spot all your own. The world is so big; we’re so small. And life seems to be more hurried with each passing year. Every once in a while we just need to stop … breathe … think … dream … plan … cry, if we must. And then get back to work.
Moms may very well know a thing or two.
And the above print by Shawna Erback is the perfect reminder of my mom’s adage to sit yourself down and think. Whether or not you do so on a rock is entirely up to you.