callmeloquacious

I’m not the only one, at least I don’t think so. The days often look the same. Dishes, laundry, make the beds, clean the floors, change the diapers… Every day I fall into this pattern. It’s increasingly become the same since I no longer work “outside the home.” (I say that because technically I worked in my bedroom, just on the computer!)

These days, most of the days, I’m happy. I love this life. The life I always wanted. I enjoy it. Even the diapers aren’t so bad because I know who’s wearing them. I know this is for only a season.

What do you do when the days stretch on, and you feel like you are drowning in the sea of sameness? When everything feels blue and covered in shadows?

I ask honestly, because I want to know.

Every night I tell my boys that the next day is going to be a great day. I try to make everything sound exciting, and I tend to add party to the end of everything (because everything sounds better as a party). I try this even when I don’t feel it.

What do I do? I pray on a daily, all day long basis that God will help me be the best for my boys. Be my best self. So, I’ll turn on music. Bake something. Light candles. I’ll *reset. I’ll make a list of what needs to be done. I’ll decide to live in joy. It may sound non-romantic, making joy a decision, but that’s what joy is. It’s a choice.

I have to make it a choice to live in the sunshine instead of the shade.

Tonight, we played family hide and go seek. To say it was hilarious is an understatement. Especially when you add in a two-year-old who likes to yell “Got you,” before you have even been found. They do not quite understand that the “hiding” doesn’t work unless you are quiet. And that there’s only one seeker. It was a memory making, laugh inducing experience. It was definitely a moment of sunshine.

I would like to say that I have it down, this mama thing. But truthfully, I’m just daily winging it with Jesus in my heart and chocolate in my hand. I often have to let myself be dragged out into the light by tiny human hugs and kisses. I want to remember these days of costume changes and magnet (magna-tiles) creations. I love their creativity and their frequent dance parties. These same little boys, my little loves, bring the extra into the ordinary, and I am glad to be a part of it.

Tomorrow is Sunday. A day that starts by getting us ready for church. (I typically look like I’ve been through a hurricane upon arrival – ha!) A morning of teaching Sunday School class, and an afternoon nap. Aside from that, the possibilities are endless.

So my friends, who wants to play a game of hide and go seek?

“The past is gone. Today is full of possibilities.” Karen Casey