Yes, I do have seven people around me all day long wanting a piece of my wisdom, but honestly…you don’t feel very wise when you say (for the 4,000th time), “When you take the car out of your brother’s hand without asking first, he’s going to hit you in the head.” Then your husband comes home and has all these lovely adult tales from work, and all you have to offer to “How was your day?” is the dilemma you’re having choosing a pre-algebra math book for your 8th grader. Boorrr-iiinngg.
So I’ve been trying to school plan for the past two weeks, and it’s coming very slowly.
Yes, I’ve tried all the tricks, “Play a game or build a puzzle with your child, and that small 10 minutes will make them feel loved and acknowledged, and they will give you some space to get done what you need to get done.” Ummm, yeah.
So, in bright, optimistic moments, my mind goes to a good place, and I say to myself, “I am SO popular! How nice to be so loved and wanted and needed. “
I know there will be a day not so long away where I will yearn for the days when I had little ones trying to crawl up in my lap when I just need to find the best deal on a used version of that history book!
Until that day of blessed efficiency comes, I will fight that demon that wants to yell and say ,“JUST GIVE MOMMY A FEW MINUTES!!”
Because right now…I’m a rock star to my kids. (Right? I mean, they don’t just love me for the food, right? Or the fun places I take them?)
P.S. I’ve also been thinking a lot lately about how really, really focusing my identity in Christ vs. what I’m getting/not getting done at home or how much my children like me or whatever I fix for dinner. Thanks, Olympic athletes doing awesome witnessing!!