Don’t ya love it when the right words “appear” at just the right time. As I have mentioned before, probably several times, I use quotes to inspire me. I don’t remember when I began using the words of others to help lift me up and keep me up. Junior high, maybe. I have them posted around my house, in my day planner, even in my car. Like an afternoon rain in the summertime, they offer a respite from life’s heat–a place to escape to for just a moment, away from the pressure and regain balance in the day.
I was weary this past Monday, very weary. Sunday had been: a good day, a long day, an exhausting day, a day for creating memories, and a very, very hot day. In many ways, it was the perfect salty-sweet snack wrapped up in a day.
The sweet: pulling together as a family and “hitting the road” with smiles and giggles at 5:30 AM, watching the sun rise across the plains as we drove 2 and 1/2 hours to the south, seeing my daughter compete in the state archery competition, witnessing my younger daughter reach out to others (something that is difficult for her extremely introverted spirit) and listening to her new stories on the drive home, time with friends at the competition, my husband’s decision to make an impromptu stop at Denny’s on the way home for old-fashioned, celebratory milk-shakes, the youngest’s quick recovery from a stomach bug, arriving home safely, a restful evening, and more giggles.
The salty: August heat in Southern Colorado, the dust of a dry open field archery range, the 2 and 1/2 hour drive home in the afternoon, extending the drive home by 45 minutes while my youngest left her stomach at the rest stop , extending it further by the predictable traffic slow downs and a monsoon down-pour.
All in all, the sweet made sweeter by just a little bit of salt.
Nonetheless, the day had left me drained on Monday and work awaited me. I had lesson planning to do; school books went untouched the entire day. There was vacuuming that needed to be done; animal hair still littered the floor as I drug myself up the stairs to bed. Today’s “Wednesday’s Wisdom” blog nagged at my conscience, but given my level of fatigue, I couldn’t have found wisdom in the pages of Aristotle’s diary. With much that needed to be done, and none of it done, I did the one thing I could do; I left everything in God’s hands as I drifted off to coma-land Monday night, and I prayed Tuesday would be a better day.
Well, as the song goes, “What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours…”
Yesterday, I awoke to find a link posted on a friend’s Facebook page; it had the right words at just the right time. (Thanks, Grace!) It shared the wisdom of not just one mom, but of many moms as they answered the question, “If you could go back to right before you became a mother, what would you tell yourself?” It made me ponder what I would tell myself…
I invite you, whether at the start of your mothering journey or, like me, rounding the bend to the empty-nest years, to sit back for a moment. Ignore the dust bunnies and the to-do lists. Breathe deep. Absorb the words of mom’s like you. Listen to the lyrics of the song. Be patient and be gentle with yourself. Embrace the change in your life.
Now, click here: Reflections of Motherhood Video
And now I invite you to share your answer; “If you could go back to right before you became a mother, (or any other pivotal point in life) what would you tell yourself?”
(Written with extreme gratitude to the two fabulous girls that made me a mother and took the pictures with enough love to say, “Oh, um…just one more.” You make me smile so often. ♥)
And with thanks to the video creator. Please visit her blog at: http://www.nummies.com/blog/2010/08/reflections-of-motherhood/