The new, oversize Frog stuffie has lost an eye.
Moms are meant to fix those things, and sew on buttons that rattled around in the dryer, pulled loose from someone's favorite sweater.
Moms are supposed to keep the house clean, too. Most days I scatter myself around the house, pushing one load into the washer, dumping one load on the bed, then answer the child who asked "How do you spell 'considerate'?" and then chase the buck-naked three year old out of the pantry where he was trying to climb the shelves and steal some chocolate chips.
So I didn't get around to dusting... mopping... but at least a toilet was cleaned when I gave myself a "time-out" for five minutes.
I could never finish all the tasks on the "To Do" list. So I am once again in the process of determining priorities. I ask myself: What is urgent, vital, required?
What really matters?
I'd rather have the contented accomplishment of a meaningful, heartfelt conversation with my child(ren) than know that I gave the bathrooms a thorough cleaning. I'd rather teach my children character than chemistry. Yet, I know I can't forgo academic pursuits in their entirety just to pursue warm fuzzies and endless snuggle-time.
I'm on the prowl for a life-change; a change of me and my focuses and direction; so that I can use my time wisely. Because it really does go by in a blink. SUDDENLY, I am the mother of six children. SUDDENLY, I have a teenager. SUDDENLY, my kids will be grown up and leaving home, one by one.
I want to do things that really matter. I want to set my priorities properly. How will I make the right decisions?
I was reading an article about a homeschooling mom who was burnt-out and asking for advice, and the advice given was to
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FIRST FIND VISION,
then
SET PRIORITIES.
It makes sense. I need to know my destination before consulting Google maps for directions.
I have a feeling that this isn't as simple as it sounds. I'm not going to take this lightly as I tweak, adjust, modify, dissect, and amputate areas of my attitude, hopes, ideas and life. Much consultation will be done on my knees, in prayer, as I seek God's plans and vision for my family.
For now, given the daunting task ahead of me, I'll fix the simple. Time to get the glue gun and stick Mr. Frog's eye back where it belongs.
Moms are meant to fix those things, and sew on buttons that rattled around in the dryer, pulled loose from someone's favorite sweater.
Moms are supposed to keep the house clean, too. Most days I scatter myself around the house, pushing one load into the washer, dumping one load on the bed, then answer the child who asked "How do you spell 'considerate'?" and then chase the buck-naked three year old out of the pantry where he was trying to climb the shelves and steal some chocolate chips.
So I didn't get around to dusting... mopping... but at least a toilet was cleaned when I gave myself a "time-out" for five minutes.
I could never finish all the tasks on the "To Do" list. So I am once again in the process of determining priorities. I ask myself: What is urgent, vital, required?
What really matters?
I'd rather have the contented accomplishment of a meaningful, heartfelt conversation with my child(ren) than know that I gave the bathrooms a thorough cleaning. I'd rather teach my children character than chemistry. Yet, I know I can't forgo academic pursuits in their entirety just to pursue warm fuzzies and endless snuggle-time.
I'm on the prowl for a life-change; a change of me and my focuses and direction; so that I can use my time wisely. Because it really does go by in a blink. SUDDENLY, I am the mother of six children. SUDDENLY, I have a teenager. SUDDENLY, my kids will be grown up and leaving home, one by one.
I want to do things that really matter. I want to set my priorities properly. How will I make the right decisions?
I was reading an article about a homeschooling mom who was burnt-out and asking for advice, and the advice given was to
.jpeg)
FIRST FIND VISION, then
SET PRIORITIES.
It makes sense. I need to know my destination before consulting Google maps for directions.
I have a feeling that this isn't as simple as it sounds. I'm not going to take this lightly as I tweak, adjust, modify, dissect, and amputate areas of my attitude, hopes, ideas and life. Much consultation will be done on my knees, in prayer, as I seek God's plans and vision for my family.
For now, given the daunting task ahead of me, I'll fix the simple. Time to get the glue gun and stick Mr. Frog's eye back where it belongs.
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