It’s pretty much a whirlwind when The Littles are here.

As it should be, right? It’s a big deal. Their visits happen about three times a year. Plus a few visits of us heading to them. Not bad considering the distance, but what I wouldn’t give for all of us to be closer.

When they arrive, we indulge them to no end. Not so much with stuff, but with our time. We play all the games, we cook up wild concoctions, build the blanket forts, whatever they come up with, we do.

Today Brother and I had the perfect place in mind for them and their insane energy: Sky Zone.

Who was the brilliant person who said, I know, let me put together a shit ton of trampolines and let kids jump all over. Gold Mine!

While there was no jumping around for preggo moi, I had a great time watching them, and Brother get their jump on. I should have known they’d be fearless and come up with all sorts of crazy jumps and back and forward tucks — things I was always too chicken to learn how to do when I was a kid. There’s just something that never made sense about little fatty me wanting to tumble around. It was never going to happen.

Quite possibly, the best aspect to being with The Littles is their present moment awareness. Really, that’s all there is for them. 30 minutes of jumping might as well have been the whole day. Nothing else existed for that time. Nothing else mattered.

They were in The Zone. The whole day was like that. One thing to the next that just seamlessly flowed with such a focused joy of now.

I was chastised when I asked them about lunch during a water break with, Auntie who cares about lunch? We’re JUMPING!

This is how I’d like to start approaching my life more. Present, present present. Moment to moment, minute by minute. Surely if a three and six year old can do it, I can too.