I hate being sick
I’m a really lousy patient
I much prefer being the caregiver
Everyone in my house prefers me in my caregiving role
It should be against the laws of The Universe for moms to get sick
On a brighter note; I walked today without a limp!
2 weeks 3 days after knee surgery and I started walking and I realized that I wasn’t limping!
It is hard for me to even post this quote…
If mothers could learn to do for themselves what they do for their children when these are overdone, we should have happier households. Let the mother go out to play! If she would only have courage to let everything go when life becomes too tense, and just take a day, or half a day, out in the fields, or with a favourite book, or in a picture gallery looking long and well at just two or three pictures, or in bed, without the children, life would go on far more happily for both children and parents.
— Charlotte Mason
I believe it is true, but I feel guilty sharing it. I’m a mom; should I want time for myself? what are your thoughts?
Here he is, my marvelous middle child. He turned 15 yesterday. He tells me he is ready to start Driver’s Ed. I am unable to continue this blog post…
I’m singing a song tomorrow, a song that helps me remember.
messes clean up
life is not an emergency
I am richly blessed
I receive grace
I must extend grace
gentle and quiet are precious to God
children are a gift
we only have right now
we only have this moment, don’t wish it away
they grow up so fast
laughter is good for the soul
love is hard work
love is all that matters
love makes life worth living
love is messy…
Somewhere along the road of pursuing our “American Dream” many of us lose the very thing that made us who we are – our passions.
Many people equate being a good parent with martyrdom of personal likes and interests. I used to feel that way. While I still whole heartily agree that parenting requires sacrifice, I think it is crucial that we don’t lose our sense of self in the process. Our kids need to see that we are people with likes, dislikes, feelings, and talents.
Recently, I was reading a blog written by a very interesting vegetarian mom with dreadlocks – my daughter freaked. She had no idea that her mom has a hidden desire to be a granola-eating, long skirt-wearing, Colorado-dwelling homeschool mom. Oh, I am a homeschool mom, and I do sometimes eat granola and wear long skirts – but there is a difference.
Now, I am not on some power rampage screaming for my voice to be heard. It’s just that I am finally at the place where I can say without guilt or fear,” no thanks I’d rather not” or better yet, “hey, you know what I’d like to do?”. I once was a vibrant and interesting person their father fell in love with. Am I still that person? I need to allow a little time to develop my interests so that when they leave ( and yes they will leave) I am still a person of interest and vibrancy.
So, that’s where this blog comes in. I am reigniting my love for things past, things that helped make me who I am. Who am I? I am a God-loving, grace-seeking, homeschooling mom who is madly in love with my pastor husband. Come join me as I explore my long lost loves – I may even find a few new ones along the way!