I wanted a word of the year. The peer pressure of the blogosphere gripped me.

Such great words I saw out there–new…such a good one to claim, all things new, fresh, full of hope. enjoy…like that, being intentional to really enjoy each day. mercy…ahh, makes me soul take a deep breath, to give it and be able to receive it, not sure which is actually harder. document…great word to keep in mind particularly for mothers who can get caught up in the busyness and forget.

Everybody had such great words they claimed. I wanted a great word. And, nothing. No inspiration for a word for 2013. No epiphanies. No aha moments. Whatever, who needs a word for 2013 anyway. It’s just a word, a little bloggy trend thing anyway. Maybe my word should be wannabe or whatever; yeah, that’s a word, right?

Then, she fed it to me just like that, put it right into my ears that went right to my heart than is now spilling out quite clumsily in words on a white screen.

Mama, I even love you still.

I laughed when she said it, her words all a-jumbled. I treated it just like any other jumbling like when she was playing hairdresser with me and asked if I wanted my hair princessy or spicy (instead of spiky–I chose spicy, by the way). Her cuteness can be tangible.

Yet, days later and days after all the bloggers have posted their own words and moved onto other stories, I’m still thinking about it. still. 

I’m anticipating a bit of a wild year. We’re making some big leaps around here this year. While the words change or purpose or passion seem more fitting. I find myself dwelling on the word still. 

And, while this lady who is 2 weeks late to the word-of-the-year party loves the idea of being still, that’s not what I’ve been dwelling on.