We had a crazy weekend. It was fun, but it was crazy.
So, this morning when the alarm clock went off, it was difficult to get us all moving again.
I did it nonetheless.
It was the morning routine of the American mother.
The urging, the cheerleading, the steering, the feeding, the combing, the peace keeping, the shoe-tying, the lunch-packing, the driving, the kiss-goodbye-ing. The return home to dish-washing, laundry, toddler games, and bed-making. Thinking about supper when it's only 10:00 in the morning.
It wears on a person sometimes.
There are times when I feel the heavy weight of responsibility bearing down on me, when the knowledge that my husband and children's health, cleanliness, and emotional well-being are in my hands seems like a burden. There are times when keeping family peace and making sure every other human being within our personal radius is appropriately cared-for feels like work.
These are the times when my energy-gauge reads "Empty".
These are the times when I know it's time to do something different with my day. To change up the routine and let the saddle sores of personal servitude have some time to heal.
It's when I take time for silence.
So, if you happen to come by the house today, you should know that I won't be answering the door. I've turned off the radio. I've turned off the phone.
There are cucumbers on my eyes.
And I'm enjoying a little silence for a change.
It's the one way I know to help let the gratitude back in and feel the joy of mothering again.
Who knew silence and cucumbers were such a wonderful combination?
For me, they're like magic.
- Midwest Mom