Stop to Smell the Flowers

The saying "Stop to Smell the Roses," is a favorite of mine that I seem to hardly ever embrace. I'm one of those who likes to be on the go, who likes to have a plan and action, who feels at a loss and ultimately bored when staying shut in. Therefore, when I fill out my occupation I no longer write "stay at home mom," instead the blank gets filled with "always on the go mom." The fact of the matter is that I just can't keep my feet planted, they always want to run. I'm not sure why I'm this way, or what it is about me, but I just want my girls to experience everything, to be out in the world and soak up all it has to offer, to embrace this beautiful place because sadly we have so little time here and there is really so much to enjoy.

When I'm old and grey, I want my girls to remember the Mom I was when they were kidlets. The Mom who taught them how to smile and belly laugh, how to drink up the world around them, how to live life to the fullest, how to dance around the dining room singing at the top of their lungs, how to roll down the car windows and feel the warm sun glisten on their faces while their hair blows across their face, how to stop and smell the roses. The Mom I am right now.

So, on Saturday after a fun couple of hours at Legoland we took a spur of the moment trip at the Carlsbad flower field to do just that. We stopped, took two very tired and hungry girls to smell some very beautiful flowers.

I'm quite sure this will be an annual tradition of the Morad's for as long as our girls will go with us. Watching them stroll along the rows and rows of planted flowers, look in awe at the bright colors and beauty, and feeling them tug my hand so they could stop to smell one flower after another after another was by far one of my favorite moments thus far. If my heart could smile, it would be sporting a big grin for sure!