Nester wrote about not doing a project, just for the sake of doing a project,as well as being content with her house being nearly done. Amen, amen, amen, sister. I wish I would have written this post.
Desiring God had a post about the everyday sacrifice of motherhood. It had me thinking a lot about sacrificing fun things or interesting things that I want to do for the sake of my children. Quieting the noise in my life benefits me, for sure. Even more so, it is a sacrifice for my kids.
My husband sent me another Desiring God post about compulsive mobility and busyness. My favorite part :: "So we love journey for the thrill, not where it's taking us. We are here and there and back to here, so wrapped up in what's happening that we've made tomorrow colorless. We've bleached our future with an indulgence in present busyness."
Lastly, my brother Alex, aka Dr Techno, wrote about ditching Facebook in a post called "Facebook is the Best, Facebook is the Worst." He unplugged from
Crackbook FB several months before I did, for different reasons (mine were related to having too much information and distraction in my life). His post has some great stuff, and was featured on the front page of TheVerge.com, gaining a good buzz for a young blog. Anyhow, his post added to my feeling that leaving the social network behind, or at least in "deactivation limbo," was a good choice for me.
Day 8 has been good. I planted several plants that I had purchased from the nursery weeks ago. Calvin helped me and somehow, I was able to consciously keep in mind that my task wasn't to get the plants in the ground, but rather to involve Calvin, listen to him as he helped, correct him gently if needed. And if I got all 11 plants in the ground... well, that was the bonus. And that did happen. Moments like that are worth celebrating and remembering since I am not always conscientious about how I combine parenting and projects in a child-respectful way.
Speaking of respecting children, I have noticed how often I hurry my children. If I had a nickel for every time I said some variation of "Come on, let's go!" or "Focus so we won't be late!"... i'd have a lot of nickels. I recently started apologizing to Tucker for hurrying him. It really is my fault... usually it's because I haven't given enough notice or didn't give enough margin for error for getting out of the house. I don't ever remember my mother hurrying me or my four siblings. It probably happened at times, but the point is that I don't remember those few times. I fear that by constantly rushing my kids (and consequently barking at them or saying things I shouldn't), they are going to remember their childhood as very busy and pressured. No, thanks. I'd rather respect their age and developmental stages by not hurrying them. This time of quieting has helped the hurrying problem, thankfully... I haven't had to set reminders around the house to slow down, yet. I still may do that if needed.
One last note for the day.... and it is bittersweet. Tucker, who is six and a half, came home from school and we discovered that he had three loose teeth! Tears burned my eyes when I confirmed that, for real, for sure, those three teeth were wiggling. How can such a silly thing make me glad and sad at the same time? I love his baby-toothed smile and will miss it. A friend once said something about how hard it is for your child to lose the first teeth that you, as a mother, were so thrilled to find erupting when he was a baby.
|May 2006 -- First teeth sprouting up @ 8 months old.|
|February 2012, a full set of sweet baby teeth at nearly 6 1/2 years old. Photo by Erin Nolen.|