What was I thinking, using this blog as a platform to launch ambitious ideas like 'bake days', 'up to date journals', 'exercise programmes' and 'read-a-thons' and unintentionally make it seem as if this author runs like a well-oiled machine...when, upon closer inspection, you'll discover that on days much like today, I'm lucky to have made it out the house with matching socks and my hair slightly brushed.
#thatsthetruth
I started Jorja's journal as soon as I discovered that we were expecting. How's that for planning ahead?! I remember leaning over my protruding belly for days on end, copying my scribbled love letters to my unborn child into a slightly more civil format. I wanted her to know what was happening before she could read it for herself...
When the news of Ethan's pending arrival broke, all I could find was a notebook meant for poems (dare I say, another neglected line item on the list) ... and so, Ethan's journal is the pretty pink book on the shelf and I should have made the book cover of collaged sonogram photos ages ago!
Jorja's journal has more detail and more pages used. Ethan's journal has more summaries and more curled handwriting. See - two points each. It's balanced.
At times I feel as though I need to explain why we aren't keeping up with the pace. Am I the only one?
How many trees have I planted? Plaits have I braided? Blankets have I knitted? Stories have I narrated? Am I being a Mother-enough? Don't get me started on home cooked meals, sewing projects, 5km runs and ironing!
The cancelled dance lessons or the bicycle collecting dust in the back room, the frozen mince in the freezer begging to be made into a 3-cheese lasagne treat for the family, the piles of paperwork searching for a filing system and the world-class novels collecting dust on the bookshelf... All of these things remind me of time spent elsewhere - sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
This is probably the very reason why expensive bath tonics, flowers and scented candles are wasted on me. Who has time for this?!
Am I rushing through life or am I just eagerly seeking out the important stuff? What happens if I end up missing the important stuff while being consumed by my quest?
With Mother's Day just 2 weeks away, my wish this year for mothers everywhere is Quality of Life. There just doesn't seem to be a better option on the market.
#thatsthetruth
I started Jorja's journal as soon as I discovered that we were expecting. How's that for planning ahead?! I remember leaning over my protruding belly for days on end, copying my scribbled love letters to my unborn child into a slightly more civil format. I wanted her to know what was happening before she could read it for herself...
When the news of Ethan's pending arrival broke, all I could find was a notebook meant for poems (dare I say, another neglected line item on the list) ... and so, Ethan's journal is the pretty pink book on the shelf and I should have made the book cover of collaged sonogram photos ages ago!
At times I feel as though I need to explain why we aren't keeping up with the pace. Am I the only one?
This is probably the very reason why expensive bath tonics, flowers and scented candles are wasted on me. Who has time for this?!
Am I rushing through life or am I just eagerly seeking out the important stuff? What happens if I end up missing the important stuff while being consumed by my quest?
With Mother's Day just 2 weeks away, my wish this year for mothers everywhere is Quality of Life. There just doesn't seem to be a better option on the market.
all in good time. and your children will cherish it.
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