Tuesday, June 21, 2016

wings

I don't feel like I am doing a very good job.

And I don't know how to fix it. 

I feel defeated in my day.  I feel like a jeep spinning it's wheels in mud.  I don't feel very creative or fulfilled---two things I really value.

I was thinking about a designer on T.V. today when I pulled away for a much needed moment.  I thought, I bet she feels fulfilled in her job. She creates all these beautiful spaces for people and is really in her element.

 I have the makings to feel fulfilled.  I get to stay home.  I am able to shape our day.  I can choose what I deem important for learning.  I get to be with little people I love. 

Why am I not feeling more fulfilled?  I know it's just a day and I know what a difference one day can make from another.  But today this is where I am.

I have a girl that when she feels under the weather, everyone feels her clipped wings.  The moods swing and we get to fly with them. 
I have a boy who is interested in so many things and his body wants to fly in so many moments.  I feel I am a constant drag to those wings.

I have a baby I am longing to hang with because her wings are growing so fast that I can hardly believe it, but I am pulled in so many directions I can't always stop.
And for the next few weeks I have a mom whose wings have changed so much that it is painful.

How do I do this?  I want to enjoy and be enjoyed.  Instead, it feels like we are just getting through to check it off the list.  I am constantly pulling, pushing, and prodding. 

Our schedule never really gets completed.  I begin the day so full of hope that this will be the day that we get it all done, both timely and enjoyably.  Instead, I feel my wings are often dragging as I climb the stairs for the last time ready to begin part two, our after school selves. 

I won't give up, its not my style.  I will try and pray.  I will talk, process, tweak and ask hard questions about what we need to do. 

I will try to have perspective on all our wings- their shapes, needs, different styles- and begin again.

Because that is what you do.

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