It’s late Sunday night and I’m trying to prepare for the week in front of us. It’s a busy one, with meetings and studies and Tahd and I even get to go on a date! To Chicago! For a concert! We’re also putting in the patio from hell, a DIY project we never should have started and has me fighting off frantic most of the time. All that, and we’re still learning the rhythms of this new school year, adjusting to homework and assignment notebooks and energy patterns and alarm clocks. It’s going to be a regular week, but a busy one, for sure.
I want to mother slowly this week, though. I want to shun busy and overwhelmed and breathe in these children deeply. I want to snuggle for an extra minute and not holler our way out the door each morning. I want to make time for one more book, a hand of cards, a morning prayer before we go our various directions. I want to eat dinner together–same food at the same time–more than less. I want to ask them smart questions so I can know them better. I want to be silly and have fun even though there’s work to be done.
We can’t always pick our circumstances, but we can pick how we want to exist within them. This week, I want to exist slowly amidst the chaos, or at least as slowly as I can.
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