It's 2 a.m. wake-up calls that finally get me the time I need to write.
So much has weighed heavily on my mind lately. Feeling torn in a million directions...and not able to even focus on one. I want to go and do and be so carefree, and yet responsibility and a to-do list, and inadequacy keep holding me back.
And time passes. Oh, so quickly.
School is out. My kids are here all. the. time. And I know so many
great moms out there are saying, "I just love having my kids home with me all the time!" But the voice inside me does not say that...it says, "I miss my moments of solitude! I miss being able to go to the bathroom in peace once in a while, and not plan out and purchase a full spread to have on hand for people to eat every 2 hours. I MISS going to the grocery store by myself. And with so much excitement with the kids being home, I miss Carter napping."
It isn't that I don't love my kids. Don't for one second think that.
Even though I still have one at home all school year, I miss the schedule that had become mine...I miss having a little break each day, and having a second to breathe and compose myself. And yet, this is just another thing that is calling for my attention in figuring out how to balance the delicate details...figuring out how to get myself in the mode (and dig up the energy) to create experiences for my children, and implement more chores, less TV, more learning, less whining, more family unity and enjoyment...and to somehow single-handedly do this, while holding down all the other things that need to happen in my day to day life. :)
Delicate balance, it is...
My to-do lists rarely shrink. Is that a permanent reality? And while there is the desire to go and do and be spontaneous, coming home to the mess that was never taken care of stresses me out big time. :) So do we just stay and make sure the messes are managed and home life is totally organized, while sacrificing a little much needed social time? Or do we go and enjoy and realize that things will get taken care of...sometime...some day? :)
I think that brings me to the inadequacy part.
3 a.m. probably isn't the most emotionally stable time to write about this one...
I just want to be a good person. I want my Heavenly Father to know I love Him. I want to be a great friend, a good listener, a person whose heart is so full of service. I want to be an awesome, supportive wife. And I want to be a mom who is present with her children...I don't even care if I do it all or if all the aspects of my life are filed away on someone's Pinterest board!
But sometimes, most times really, I just don't know if I do enough...if I AM enough.
A few weeks ago we had dinner with some friends at their property out in the country. There were butterflies everywhere, and one of them landed on Jenna's finger. I can't recall all the exact events, but something happened to the butterfly's wing and it couldn't fly away. So this butterfly stayed with her for a long time. She and the boys even went and built a butterfly playground.
Later on, a Google search yielded some info that I had never thought of...
The symmetry of the wings is imperative for flight.
So losing a piece of the wing, or tearing it would prevent a butterfly from flying properly. Intrigued, I looked up remedies for this. 1. if it was not severe, you could put the wings together and cut the other wing to match, or 2. Should you keep a supply of butterfly wings close by, you could use one of those wings to glue onto the missing section, or if the injury is not too severe, you can heal it by dabbing glue and a small piece of paper to act as a bandaid.
I have been thinking about that, and how it relates to life, as I have pondered the need for balance and how to repair my life wings.
I can tell one of my "wings" is in need of repair. I feel it. I know it.
I just need to decide which way to fix it...either by cutting something out of my life so I can fly freely, or by adding a little something on, that will act as a healing agent to fix the imperfections that are holding me back, so I can find that sweet spot in the balance of life.