And just like that, we bid farewell to June, which means we are on to the second half of the year. I have been rather delinquent with my writing, and I must apologize. I have not forgotten about this space, and I promise to be more diligent this second half of the year. I really have no excuse besides the fact that life happened, and trying to fully transition back into life as I once knew it (circa pre-pandemic) running a household, while juggling motherhood with a toddler, and wanting to be able to spend as much time with him as possible, still have time for my family and closest of friends can be quite overwhelming on some days that before I know it, another day has just passed me by. So cliché, but so true, it is always quality over quantity, and I need to work on time management, but it is always easier said than done. So as we approach this second half of the year, although it is a continuation of what was, it also brings about the promise of new beginnings. And I would like to mark mine with more meaning and intention.

What does that mean? Being conscious about who, and what get a “yes” from me so I can be more intentional and deliberate about my time – specifically, who I spend my time with, and what I spend my time on. There are the non-negotiable errands and chores that come with adulthood, of course, but there also is not enough time in a day to be half hearted about what we do. There must be purpose to our actions, and we must find meaningfulness in even the most seemingly mundane of moments. We should make it a point to be able to end the day feeling fulfilled on most because we spent our day with intention.

On some days, I take a step back and try to see the world from the eyes of my one-year old. And I always find inspiration on how the simplest of things bring him the most joy. How he thrives on routine, yet, how he is able to step out of that comfort zone on some days, still make the most out of the situation, and pivot a new circumstance to still find joy. He is at the stage where he truly recognizes, and understands, but still cannot talk, so his actions speak volumes – a reminder to me everyday of how much actions truly speak louder than words. Although naughty at times, his intentions are always pure, and he seeks affirmation in being able to bring joy to others. How much such a small human being who just learned how to walk, and just babbles all day long can teach you can be truly astounding, because in his gestures, and affection; his attitude towards those who love him, and spend time with him the most I am reminded everyday about the importance of time. How time, though so basic, is a constant that binds us all together no matter where we are in the world. Regardless of who we are, time is a concept we can all relate to, and use on a daily basis. How even a toddler understands, and grasps the concept of time. How the meaning of time to us evolves as we grow older. But, right now, all that matters to me is what my son thinks of it. And to him, time is love.

How much my heart has grown from knowing this boy is inexplicable. All I can say is that everyday with him is a new day, but everyday, I find something to love about him all the more. That not all people have the luxury of time to spend with their children, and the fact that I do, and that I am able to go home to him everyday is my greatest blessing.