|Where's the beef?!|
Random things like this are what I think about before my kids get up, in those few moments of quiet. I can not seem to think rational thoughts at 7:00 in the morning, sans the noisy noises from my four children. It is like their very presence and all of those noises that make me say, “Everyone stop talking, I CAN’T THINK!” that actually inspires me to think beyond the randomness that floats around in my head. It is funny that all my best ideas come to me at the most inopportune times like while driving the van with the children singing along with Veggietales or grocery shopping or while serving dinner. If the president could call on me during those moments, I could possibly tell him how to handle the current crisis in the Middle East in a way that would win him accolades from both sides of the aisle.
|A shout out and a thumbs up to mommy blogger Super J, for her vast knowledge and willingness to share!|
One of my goals while pregnant and then while the baby was very little, was to act with no regrets. I did not want to look back to my time of pregnancy and the baby’s infancy and regret a single moment. I generally live in peace and contentment. I can typically move past my mistakes and failures and chalk those times up to the “school of life” and move forward. If I miss an appointment, a friend’s birthday, or a day of school, it doesn’t bother me for too long. Everything comes back around. What I won’t get back though, are the missed opportunities to blow bubbles with the kids, to push Beks on the swing, and put together puzzles with them. I miss these opportunities because I am trying to get things done. I know in my heart that it is ok if the puzzle pieces are on the floor and the bed isn’t made if it is because I stopped what I was doing long enough to enjoy the children. A bookshelf that isn’t straight won’t hurt anything but my pride and that is only when I am glancing around the room with a critical eye because people have come over. So, I try not to sweat the small stuff.
|Especially that refrigerator door part....|
It is the bigger stuff, like the bitterness that is in me towards some things in my life where I have a problem. But, I know that bitterness and anger are best friends and will grow roots on the top of the garden of life that trip you and can cause you to fall. These issues are the true time stealers for me. They are the issues that make feel like I can not cope when the kids or my husband are losing their minds. The problem is, these things are not going to go away. They will be here, I am just going to have to learn how do deal with them and how to set them aside in “you can’t change it, so leave it alone” pile. That is more of a process than I would like to think about. The wonderful thing is that God indeed knows the issues I face and is aware that I fail miserably at dealing with them, and tend to just get irritable when they crop up. God knows that although I mow them down they always come back and I know that He alone can dig up the roots for me, because I am woefully inadequate. So, I can arm myself with that, some prayers, and a few deep breaths, and just be. I know that I can put the mantle of peace and contentment down and that I can also put it back on, living with no regret means that I have to choose this every day, on purpose.