|She sleeps in the weirdest places.|
The chairs are still stacked on the table from the night before, rugs folded and scattered in a pile in the hallway. I mopped the floors last night at 9pm before going to bed (after I washed the dishes) - the mop bucket in the corner is evidence as well as the lingering smell of Murphy's oil soap. I survey my surroundings and see my clean home... will it all be undone in a matter of a few hours? Ooops... I missed a "spot" - two baskets of laundry peek out at me from the couch reminding me that I was suppose to fold them yesterday. This is life.
So often I start the day with a smile on my face, a skip in my step and a song echoes forth from my lips. Somehow by the end of the day I am bone tired, on the verge of tears and longing for my bed. I get stuck in the trap of "does anybody see me? Does anybody care about what I do and what it takes to keep this household running?" I know the list by heart - make breakfast, help kids with the chores, do a load of laundry, wash the dishes, review our list for school, change the baby's diaper, help Ellie go potty, give the baby a bottle and lay him down for his nap, prepare a snack for the kids, put load of laundry in dryer and another load in the washer, round up the kiddos and begin our school lessons for the day. We gather on the couch, I usually trip over a toy or some miscellaneous object along the way which reminds me to have the kids help tidy up the room before we commence with out studies. As I read aloud to them the little ones are building a block tower but begin arguing over who gets the small blocks and who gets the big blocks. I pause my reading. Divide the blocks evenly between them (small and big) and carry on. When reading is finished Ethan goes off to do his math in a quiet corner of the house while I set the younger ones up at the table for Math.
The baby awakens from his nap, I feed him his lunch, another load of laundry goes in the dryer and one in the washer, I tidy up the kitchen, we bring our science and history books outside so we can enjoy the splendor of the day while learning about Venus and Ferdinand Magellan. Ty digs in the dirt and pours it into his diaper, Ellie assists her brother and adds dirt to his lap, much to Ty's delight.
I see my beloved pull into the driveway. I forgot to check to see what I looked like - I peek down at my outfit to see a smudge of dirt across my skirt and jelly smeared on my shirt. Hmmm... wonder what my hair looks like? He enters and gives me a kiss while I am unloading the dryer. Ty is helping me by placing the clothes from the basket onto the floor. Matthew hands me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and I get teary. Daddy scoops up Ty and brings him upstairs with him. I can hear the children laughing upstairs as they greet their father with hugs and kisses. I find a vase for this beautiful arrangement of orange, pink, purple and yellow and set them on the table along with our dinner. I let out a sigh and remind myself that he does notice. The children come down the stairs and sit at the table. "The children made the dinner this evening honey". They all sit a little straighter and beam as we compliment their hard work. We enjoy our meal as a family - it is not quiet, it is full of conversations and excitement, Ty interjects his stories and screeches, usually someone spills something, and by the end of the dinner Matthew is holding Ty while he is finishing his meal. It is not a perfect life - it is FULL of imperfections, of ups and downs, and chores and errands and the messiness that accompanies every one else's life on this planet. I sometimes think no one sees or cares about all that I do as a housewife and mother and then I am reminded that that is a lie from the devil to steal my joy, to rob me of hope, and to make me feel defeated.
As I tuck my children in at night Ethan says "Mom. I am so glad you home school us. It is nice being here to watch the little ones learn and grow up and I really like the way you teach. You are so involved and you make our day fun. Thank you for teaching us with books and life rather than having us sit in front of the computer all day." A simple statement from my boy sends my heart soaring... I treasure it and remind myself, he does see and appreciate. Uriah bounces in from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth and before climbing into bed he squeezes me "Love you Momma. I had fun with you today. Wasn't that beetle we found SO COOL." He appreciates me.
|The Ri Guy who lost his first tooth this past week!|
BLessings to you this week my dear friends and may you know that you are loved, appreciated and SEEN by the Everlasting God of Heaven and Earth.