I've heard that phrase many times. I think it's supposed to mean something positive, like seeing what's right in front of you and appreciating it.
I realized recently that, for better or worse, I very much live in the moment. Every, single, day.
To such an extent that I can't think much beyond what's going to happen in the current day, and often can't recall what we did just a day or two ago.
It's hard for me to grasp when and how my everyday consciousness morphed into this current pattern. I remember spending endless hours lost in my thoughts, as a young girl. I used to daydream to my heart's content; doodling rainbows and studying my fingernails from every imaginable angle.
I now keep my nails trimmed to stubs, for the sake of housekeeping and sensitive baby skin; and the last few times they've needed attention, several days have passed before I can get to them. And at that, I often clip one hand worth, only to be interrupted and walk around for two days with the other hand's nails getting ever longer before I get back to clipping them all down to size. It's just the way it is. Even time for ordinary tasks is a luxury.
I'm not complaining. Really, that's not my intention. It's just remarkable to me, when I sit down and take a minute to analyze where I'm at, how much my life is not mine and my time belongs to my family. It's good, I know it is. But I also know that there are things I'm neglecting, balls I'm dropping because I forget, or give myself a pass. I hope I'm doing my best. I pray that I can find balance during these busy, demanding years.
Each morning, I stand before Jesus on the Cross. I silently offer Him my day, all my works, prayers, joys, and sufferings. I ask Him - no, beg Him - to give me the grace that I need to do what I need to on this day.
Then, I go on, living in each moment as it comes.