Breath

As I write this article, my daughter is asleep, I am alone without any sounds in the house besides her breathing. I am trying to write but my mind keeps taking me to her breathing and I find it so comforting and calming. Part of me simply want to walk away from the computer and dive into the sounds of breath.
I am back an hour later and don't even remember what I wanted to write. It was incredible to walk away from the computer, writing, emailing, twittering, facebooking all the same time and listen to the soft, rhythmic breath of a child. I couldn't help but be in an awe, I was aware of the miracle of life. Sometimes, I still can't believe that we are able to create such an incredible miracle as life.
So I sat there, closed my eyes, went within and listened. Children come into our lives and show us that everything is possible, they bring joy, enthusiasm about life and they remind us by their presence that life is about play, laughter, communication and fun.
As adults, we make things complicated and hard, sometimes, we take things seriously and personally. As I sat there, listening to my daughters soft breathing, I kept thinking about how I have been raised to be an adult all the time, to be responsible all the time, to be serious all the time. In my culture, people even get rewarded for being serious. I started smiling, the breath kept bringing me to the present and I enjoyed the moment, nothing else. Just that moment of silence and stillness. At that point nothing mattered but the present. Just breathing.