Sometimes
I feel as though my responsibilities, my duties and concerns are endless. They probably are. Today as I moved some things into my new "craft/office/homeschooling room" I have stewed about how to organize it all physically -- but I have realized in the process that finding everything "it's place" is such an emotional and spiritual task as well.
On the one side of the shelves where my Mother Goose books, diapers in cute baskets, and baby blankets were once housed-- are fabrics and sewing notions that have been boxed up since we moved into this house 6 years ago. On the other side are trays of bills to be filed, coupons to clip, scrap booking supplies (also packed away for 6 years) and Ensigns filled with my notes in the margins (I just can't let go of them yet). My old kitchen table serves as the new desk space, but already it is littered with books entitled Happy Homeschooling, Life Skills for Kids, The LDS Mother's Almanac, The Complete Idiot's Guide to Home Repair, Gospel Principles, and Working with Fractions. Where do I think I will set up my sewing machine and cutting board?
In between keeping Sam and Max on task I try to keep my laundry tools hard at work, but by the time I get around to folding my day's successes, it has been dark for many hours.
I have heard that women often feel they have many "hats" or roles they must play in their journeyings. I think mine is just one hat (if there were many I'd most likely misplace some) but it's corners... how can I give each of them enough exposure to the Sun when the Moon seems to be in such a hurry?
1 comment:
Oh, you have given voice to my own thoughts and feelings as I was raising my family. Sometimes I felt I could never manage everything. You have such a wonderful way of writing everyday situations in ways we can all relate to. It's so nice to read about how things are going with the Lindon Halls. Thanks Stef.
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