Whether it shows or not, I consider myself a fairly ambitious person. Combine that with my need to please (that I’m forever working on) and it keeps me pretty busy.
Like I mentioned yesterday, I woke up with my head in such a fog– I largely blame female hormones. Whatever the cause, it isn’t a fun place to be when you feel like you are starting the week behind, have a really long list of things that need to get done and have two overtired girls on your hands, one whining incessantly about what are we going to doooooo today?
Apparently my answer of I don’t know- stay in jammies and do laundry? isn’t an acceptable answer to a 4 year old.
I turned on some Disney Pandora, marched past the whining and got to work folding laundry while chatting with the girls about who knows what. Evidently it was dull enough to have them decide to find something to play with on their own and soon enough they were cooking a feast in the play kitchen and putting babies down for naps.
Slowly my emails and the outside world faded as I got caught up in singing along with Gaston (yes, I know every word) and acting out other ridiculous Disney scenes to get giggles from the girls.
Slowly but surely, I felt a metaphorical exhale as all the things I was “supposed” to do disappeared from my mind. Somewhere between my ratty ponytail and over-sized pajamas, my heart realized that THIS is the kind of mom I want to be.
It’s easy for me to get busy entertaining or shuttling around my kids, but to just stopping to be with them? How often do I really do that?
We moved on from laundry and dolls to baking.
Sure, there were squabbles over whose turn it was to stir, but with nothing on our agenda, we could take our time and let me tell you, those muffins were realllllly well mixed.
The morning passed slowly, which can so often feel like dragging, but this time it was different- a welcomed, un-rushed flow.
High on this together time, I found myself wondering why every day couldn’t look like this.
Why can’t every day be filled with strawberry muffins,
homemade kale chips,
all day jammies,
desperate attempts at drawing what Hailey dictates,
feeding ducks and making roller coasters in the driveway?
Why can’t life to be one big Pollyanna episode?!
Well, in the dawn of this new day, I know why every day can’t be like that. There are things that need to be done to keep the wheels of life turning. There is alone time I need to have to keep me sane. There is life stuff that we have (and want) to engage in.
However, days like yesterday remind me that every so often I want to be more intentional about putting the rest on hold. I want to make sure those that are most important to me feel like they are most important. I think one of the best ways to do that is unscheduled, quality time.
And though I know not everyday can, or should, be like yesterday, I hope that with intention that I can add a few days like that more often. Those are the days where some really sweet memories are made. Those are the days I realize how much I really LIKE my kids. Those are the days that recharge my batteries.
And now I’m ready to catch up on the rest of the life stuff today.
Do you have days where you feel like THIS is the kind of mom/wife/friend/daughter I want to be?
What is different about those days?
For me, it’s the unscheduled time. Not having anything to rush to or do makes the biggest difference in how I parent.