In my last post, I talked about the fear of the unknown being greater than our suffering. Lately, I've been more aware of my fears and “anticipated suffering” and, being more aware, I've lessened some of those fears.
The other night my husband was holding our youngest daughter, who is almost a year old. They were both happily eating rice together at the table- for the baby, that also meant throwing, pawing, squeezing… ahh, all the things that babies do. I was crawling out of my skin with discomfort as every rice granule hit the floor… because I was anticipating having to clean it up. I said something sharp to my husband, who responded, “She's having fun. I'll clean it up.” My shoulders relaxed and I thought to myself, “okay good, it's on him.”