It's the 1st of July and the first day in months that I've had only my own little family to look after. I've been glad to have the opportunity to help others out but I woke up this morning with a joy that I haven't experienced in quite a while. Just me and my own kids all day long. What a blissful thought!
I woke up early and enjoyed over an hour of quiet in the house all by myself. I straightened up, washed dishes, started laundry, and got some things ready to be picked up later in the day. Then I sat and enjoyed the silence. I pondered what to do with the rest of my day. The housework has certainly fallen behind over the last several months, and I've been itching to get some cleaning done.
On the other hand, I have a stack of library books calling my name....
In the end, I spent hours today cleaning out my own bedroom. I went through all the drawers and the closet. I filled up two bags of trash and have at least one, maybe two bags worth of clothes I'm going to wash and give to our church's Clothing House ministry.
I spent all day in that one room. Throughout the day, the kids would wander in, see what I was doing, maybe sit and talk for awhile. It was lovely. It was that wonderful, easy, laid-back feeling that I get when it's just me and my own family at home. No rushing to get something done before someone shows up, or having to fit what I need to get done into a baby's napping schedule (I certainly have done that plenty in life, don't get me wrong, it can be done, but it's much easier -- for me, anyway -- now that my own kids are older).
There was quiet in the house -- no screaming, no arguing, no crying. I played Christian music while I cleaned and breathed in the aroma of my lavender candle.
I took my sweet time.
Then I took a nap, which is a pleasure I haven't experienced in much too long.
It took many years for me to come to the place in life where I realized that there was really no need to rush most of the time. I was one of those homeschooling moms for years that was always saying, "Hurry up! Finish that book! Get that assignment done!" And for what? So we could sit around with nothing to do for the last few hours of the day?
It took me a long time to truly pound it into my personality (you know the kind, works best under pressure) that there really isn't any hurry. I have all day. My house needs deep cleaning but I have weeks to get it done in before school starts back up.
It is so blissfully nice to be back at a place where I can enjoy my day, stress-free, taking my time to get the things done that need to be done, running on my own laid-back schedule instead of someone else's. Come to think of it, that's one of the reasons we homeschool. No getting up when you're still tired so you can stumble through a day, disjointed lessons divided up with bells and whistles, asking permission to go to the bathroom and eating when everyone else does whether you're hungry before then or not hungry at all.
I love this life I get to live. People talk all the time about how life seems so rushed and frantic. I smile as I sit in my porch glider, kids running and laughing on the grass in front of me, or as I snuggle with my kids on my bed reading good books together. Life is too short to rush through. It's the little moments that count, and they can't be hurried.