A couple of weeks ago, I tried to steal away to do a 10 minute guided meditation in my bedroom when my nine year old barged in and settled on my bed.
“Sweetie, I just wanted to meditate for a few minutes,” I said, already seated on my floor cushion. “What do you need?”
“I wanted you to read to me, but you can meditate,” she said. “I’ll just watch.”
“But there’s nothing to watch,” I said, adjusting my AirPods. “You’ll just be watching me sit here quietly with my eyes closed.”
“That’s OK,” she cheerfully shrugged, pulling my comforter up over her legs and opening her book. “I can just read.”
Cue some very un-mindful interior screaming. READ THE REST HERE