I look back on my earlier life and often wonder how I could have ever thought I was busy. I was stressed out and overwhelmed with two toddlers. Now I have two toddlers at home, plus two talented teenagers and a sports nut boy who all want to go places and do things but can’t drive themselves there.
I have a career that is part-time if you average it out but in reality it’s more like these overwhelming crunches of time just before a trip then back to almost nothing. Or it would be if things weren’t going as wonderfully well as they are. It seems I’ve always got a deadline waiting for me as soon as I finish something up.
I used to whine about my husband working long hours when I needed help with the kids. Now his job has an exponentially greater amount of responsibility involved. He still works long hours. Plus he and I both have church responsibilities that take up a good 6-8 hours every week.
When do we take time to breathe!?!
We make time. Today we made time. We climbed trees. We rolled in leaves. We ate junk food.
We let go of things that aren’t important. Like matching socks. We remember what’s important.