I’m sitting on the screened-in porch of our little house in the big woods – what they call, here in the Adirondacks, our camp. These are the waning days of my vacation.I’m joined here today by our college-age daughter, Ania. She’ll be with me through the weekend, before we make the long drive home on Monday.
I picked Ania up at the train station in Fort Edward, near Glens Falls, late Friday night. The train was nearly 3 hours late – good ol’ Amtrak – so by the time we drove the couple hours back up to our camp, we didn’t get to turn in till 3 a.m. Needless to say, we both slept through the morning.
Ania’s working on a jigsaw puzzle, one she remembers from when she was much smaller. Of all the things we could be doing, this is what she wants to do right now, and that’s fine with me. This is her time, and I’m happy to simply enjoy it with her.
Turns out the puzzle is missing a couple of pieces. That doesn’t faze her. To Ania, it’s all about the process, not the product.
I’ve had a week and a half to ease myself into relaxation mode, but Ania has the gift of being able to jump right into it. She’s much better at living in the now than I am. I take a lot longer to shed all the to-do list items I typically carry around in my head.Living in the now is a survivorship skill. Some of us are just slow learners.
