1. I lost my will to blog this spring. I started feeling that feeling of overwhelm creep up on me some time in March. One week off of social media turned into three weeks off of Facebook and an entire season off of blogging. But it was a good and needed break. No regrets. Doctors' appointments, schooling, grading papers, giving some much needed extra attention to a dear child's math issues (Math was the bane of my existence in elementary school, too.), deciding what to make for dinner, cleaning and filling hummingbird feeders (THEY'RE BACK!!!), preparing for standardized testing, etc., left me feeling like something had to give. The "something" in this case was blogging.
2. I think my introversion sneaks into this blog sometimes. I will share, write, photograph, comment, and then need to sit back and recharge, so to speak. Then I am ready to share, write, photograph, and comment again.
3. Some days after the kids have been schooled, I look around at the four piles of clean laundry that need to be folded and put away in one room, the stack of dishes waiting to be loaded into the dishwasher in another room, the dust on the furniture that needs to be dusted in another room, weeds that need to be pulled in the flower beds, and the stinky (but adorable!) dog that needs to be bathed in the other room and I can't decide what I should tackle first.
4. Some days I look around at all of the things that need to be done, and I go straight downstairs and lock myself in my sewing room and play with fabric. Because patchwork squares and pleats are prettier than piles of laundry.
5. Spring in the Rockies is the most bizarre season I have ever lived through. We get sunshine, thunderstorms, mud, and snow. Often all in a 24 hour period.
6. What's even more bizarre is that I love spring snows. While winter snows are quiet and cozy, spring snows are busy and chattery. Birds call out to each and sing through the snow. Hummingbirds come and sip nectar from the feeders. The wind blows. And in an instant, the brown, muddy ground is covered in pure beautiful white. It still takes my breath away.
7. My Bestie asked me a couple of weeks ago if I was going to quit blogging. I would be lying if I said that I hadn't toyed around with the idea this spring. It is very time consuming. If it weren't for the fullness of our life, maybe it wouldn't seem that way to me. However, I really can't think of a better way to keep our friends and family up to speed on our adventure here. No, I won't quit. I'll just give myself the grace to take care of whatever is most important at any given moment. I was all set to sit down and finally write this blog post last evening when my daughter walked up and asked me, "Do you want to watch Peter Pan and eat popcorn with me?" Yes, Baby Girl. More than anything.
8. I was talking to a young mother this spring. We were talking about diapering and breastfeeding and losing sleep and not losing baby weight despite everyone saying that you will if you just breastfeed. (That's bunk, people.) I told her that if I could tell my younger-mother-self one thing, it would be this:
"Be kind to yourself. Don't worry about what our culture says you should weigh. Don't listen to others' opinions about how soon your baby should be sleeping through the night. Don't stress over the fact that you can't get through every single rep of a workout dvd six weeks (or six months) after having a baby. No, your house isn't as clean as it was before you had a baby. But, YOU.ARE.WONDERFUL. You are doing a fabulous job, because you are loving and caring for another. These days will be over before you know it. Be kind to yourself. Not just physically, but mentally. Don't tear yourself down. You are loved."
The truth is...I have need of this kindness still. The truth is that I am far harder on myself than I am other people. I am learning yet another facet of grace. I wish I had begun earlier.
9. A sweet friend posted the link to a beautiful article written by Ann Voskamp on her Facebook page this Mother's Day. It meant so much to me that I shared it on my Facebook page, and I would love to share with you here.
Grace. May each of us, mothers or not, be blessed with truckloads of it. Every day. Always.
"Grace...says she doesn’t have to try to measure up to anyone else because Jesus came down — and He measures her as good enough, as worthy enough, as loved more than enough." -Ann Voskamp