It’s 1:30 and the girls should be down for a nap by now. But…. 69 degrees. Need I say more? Bike riding, voluntary raking up the yard, and he told me he was making an Indian chief hat. They have been bringing me all manner of flowers found blooming.. and it’s adorable. Most of the time they come in with clumps of green leafy weeds and these tiny purpley-blue flowers poking out. Spring’s everywhere.
We had tea at 11:30 while play dough got formed into hamburgers and pizza slices and tootsie rolls. I read aloud from “Boyhood and Beyond” that just came in the mail the other day, and sighed with an inward joy at how tea and reading out loud makes a day come alive. It makes it easy to find joy. I was interrupted often, there are squabbles that broke out, and we didn’t finish the chapter. But truly. School was art and sculpting with play dough, listening to a story about telling the truth and making good choices, and tea – (it was declared “TODAY IS THE BEST SCHOOLDAY EVER” when I announced my last minute idea to do so).
It’s a good reminder to me. Morning Time in our school has had different flavors… sometimes very short, often not at all because I get too caught up in the importance of completing workbooks… and today we needed to gather back in close again. Trips are lovely, and yet coming home is a restoring of routine, gathering things and putting away, making our meals and tasting the goodness of how sweet home really is.
Chicken with seasoning is baking slow in the oven, I’ll probably make some baked rice to go with it. I had a fresh tangerine from California for lunch, and it just tasted like sunshine. My washer and dryer are humming, and the boys have been folding clothes and sweeping and helping with gusto today. We told them if they were willing to make an extra effort in being cheerful in their regular chores, we would give them extra opportunities to make money with other chores around the house they don’t typically do. Mr. E is focused on earning money for a red bloodhound (He just read Where the Red Fern Grows and loved it), and Mr. J has decided he wants to earn money to buy a rabbit. I have no idea if the enthusiasm will last, but it sure is nice in the meantime.
Our weekend looks busy… both with my sister in law’s bridal shower and helping with food for a viewing and funeral of a sweet man in our church who has battled cancer for the last while. Life, death, change. Today is one day filled with moments, and all of the small and mundane make up the life we will one day look back on. That’s why today I decided that I wanted to pull my children in close to me and teach them truths rather than assign pages. There is a time for everything, and next week it will be time to pull out the math books again. But this week, margin and breathing space needed to be first on the schedule.
We weren’t made to hurry all the time. Fast-paced living doesn’t give us room to grow, to taste, to truly experience the blessings God heaps. Sunshine. Tangerines. Tea. Fresh Laundry. Slowly passing a hot iron and making a shirt crisp. Breathing thanks for the husband who will wear it. Ice water. Rocking. Story -reading. Noticing the green of the fields and the contrast of spindly and leafless trees eagerly readying for spring. We need to do these things for our children and for ourselves. It’s a free extravagance, this slowing down…
Each moment, a gift itself.
I think I’ll go make another pot of coffee. And enjoy every sip. =)