And it’s almost mid-November. And I made chicken and dumplings for the first time in a loooong time last night.
This week I have been simultaneously wanting to hibernate into a long winter’s nap (exhaustion from life, recently) yet knowing that I need to settle into a new rythym of sorts. A new normal.
Sometimes when life is crazy busy and you’re running from one thing to the next it’s just time to stop.
Stopping this week looked like school going by the wayside. I would think about it, feel guilty about it, but when I listened to Sally Clarkson’s podcast I knew.
I knew that it was time to do a little caring for my own soul.
That looked like sitting down to knit on Friday.
It looked like making doughnut muffins for my kiddos Friday morning …just because. It looked like chicken and dumpling comfort food Friday night.
It looked like letting my children play in their hay fort without requiring school to get done.
It looked like a stop at the library to bring home a dozen or so books and oh! The squeals of delight…!
(There is something thrilling about seeing your 12 yo get excited about books on King Tut and his tomb, and it helped me stop feeling guilty for not requiring 3 more math lessons be done this week. We are learning, in this house, and my children are learning to educate themselves with books and questions and all manner of self-direction.)
Who really said anyways that you were supposed to make sure you didn’t skip any school the first week of November? I have to ask myself these kinds of questions- and I’ve heard several veteran homeschool moms say the same.
Again, we just needed to stop. To slow down.
I was able to enjoy coffee and a conversation with an older, wiser mama who encouraged me to keep pressing on.
I got to chat with another friend who is in the same place in life as I am, and we talked about keeping perspective fresh and truly loving our children.
We snuggled kitties, I listened to music that lifted my heart and soul, and vacuumed my floors because there is hay-bale remains everywhere.
I set a timer for a few minutes at a time and cleaned up my bathroom, my living room, and washed my dishes.
Stopping this week wasn’t necessarily about not working… it had to do with slowing my heart and mind down and thinking truth.
Listening to wise friends and mentors. Listening to God’s Word. Allowing stillness to penetrate my heart.
Break-neck speed wasn’t meant to be an environment for thriving.
So I rest. I rest my heart in His. I rest my need to get all the schoolwork done and lay that down too. I rest my concerns and wonderings about the future. The future isn’t mine anyhow.
I snuggled my girls up this afternoon and read a couple books and laughed along with 5 year old giggles about the mouse who needed milk with his cookies. I breathed in the scent of my 3 year old and marveled at the softness of her skin when she fell asleep in my arms within minutes (very.very.unusual) the other night.
I thanked my son for helping me wipe down the counters even though he was grouchy about it.
Seeing beauty is so much easier when we are slowed enough to look for it.