I've been busy. Off balanced.
It seems like when things shift in this direction everything gets louder. Dinner happens too late. The house is messier. The bills seem higher. The dog is barking & and the kids fight more. Sometimes I feel all of it piling up and I feel pretty overwhelmed.
On one hand, I can look around and see that I am so blessed to have this beautiful life all around me. And truly, I know I am. On the other hand, when things feel like I'm sinking or always swimming upstream…. sometimes I get tired. Parenting is an intense job. It's always there and always on. 24/7. I'll be the first to say there is nothing I would rather do, but this doesn't change the job description. This doesn't change the emotional pull every day as you walk along this journey. Trying to be mindful. Grateful. Present. It takes work. Sometimes I'm good at it, and sometimes I suck. This is the truth.
In the midst of the worst day ever…. I try to find something good. Smiling kids. A wholesome dinner (even if it's 8 pm when it's served). Laughter. On the worst day ever this house still has love and happines and creativity.
This last week my youngest came to me with an apron on, and asked if he could make a snack. All by himself. I said yes. He led me to the kitchen where he had everything prepared.
Peanut butter, nutella, maple sugar & honey all sat on the island. As you might have guessed, this is not normal snack fare around here. I usually would have said no. I would have told him he could have the peanut butter & one sweet treat to go with it. But I didn't. All I said was, "just a little of each, okay buddy?"
He got to work. Making this snack. He felt empowered. I felt my spirits lift. He ate it up and told me it was the best snack ever.
Yes is a powerful thing sometimes….
Happy weekending friends.