Tonight as I sat down with my laptop in my usual spot to begin writing, I looked over at my right hip and this, y’all.
You might say we are attached at the hip. That’s the same spot she waddled over to the very first time we met. She sighed, and then she plopped her little head down on my thigh.
Just as she likes to do now. Every. Single. Night.
It’s kind of her spot.
The thing that gave me pause tonight–even though this behavior was no different, is how envious I am of her.
Oh, it’s not all the naps she gets to take–though there is that.
It’s not that food is in front of her almost before she needs it–ready to be eaten.
It’s not even that she is always cute, no matter the time of day.
It’s that this girl knows how to ask for what she needs or wants.
She used to come up and nip playfully at my hand when she wanted a belly rub. Not a fan of that with all those puppy teeth, I taught her to pat my hand when she was in need.
And so she does. Whenever she feels the need. Whether it’s been five minutes or five hours (rare) since her last belly rub, she knows how to ask.
Because she knows what she needs, and she trusts us to provide it. And if we get a little thick-headed, she also knows she can use her voice (very loudly) and point out to us that she needs some more food or she’s ready for bed or she’d like to go outside.
Oh, to be that way.
To know exactly what would make things better, first of all, and then to trust that in asking, it will be provided.
To know how and whom to ask. All while smiling. (Or, you know, tail wagging as the case may be.)
Yes.
May we all work toward becoming more secure in the asking, and find ourselves surrounded by those who care enough to reach down and rub our bellies. So to speak.
Love and happy asking to all.
I Might Need A Nap 