In order to combat this downside to my new job, I have joined a couple of Mom type groups during the week/month so that I can chat with other adults and share the ups and downs of this job with other people that are in the same line of business (By the way, I do not call it a job in an effort to in any way make it seem like this is a chore or something I don't enjoy. I called teaching a job, but loved it. I call being a mom a job as a way to say, what I do counts! I'm not just a stay-at-home mom. It is my job and passion and what I do counts in so many ways. This is my way to add even more value and worth to what I do, in a job-driven society).
One of these groups is the local MOPS. This year's theme for these "Mothers of Preschoolers" is A Fierce Flourishing. The focus is on celebrating lavishly, embracing rest, and noticing goodness. After September's meeting I was pumped. Yes! I told myself, I am going to rest well, enjoying my daughter as she grows and changes and I will notice goodness and I will celebrate!
So, I tried to live this practice out. Let me tell you, folks. I did great! I rested so well. I spent time with my daughter; I put my to-do list away; I sat outside with my baby girl looking at the birds and the grass.
We even snuggled (okay, really the only way that I was able to get my overly observant, take-everything-in, never miss a beat girl from snuggling was to lie down where the ever intriguing grass is then behind my shoulder, but I will take what I can get people!). I felt connected to my daughter. I felt at peace.
Life was good...for a whole half a day.
I was feeling so great about my quality time with my daughter and the choices I had made for the day. I was relaxed and at ease. My husband came home, we ate dinner, we put our daughter to bed.
And then, I don't know what came over me (besides the fact that before I decided to embrace rest I had already started making pickles and salsa). There I was at 9pm in the kitchen, slaving over a hot stove, canning. Granted I didn't want to have all that food go to waste and I had already started soaking the pickles and boiling the salsa before I had my great revelation to rest well with my daughter, but I somehow thought I could rest AND do all the things. There I was at 10 o'clock at night, sitting on the couch next to my husband, crying because my feet hurt and I was exhausted. All my rest throughout the afternoon was, in a sense, wasted. I was no longer relaxed and at ease. I was frustrated and tired. My whole demeanor had changed.
But I also learned something important. I DO want to embrace rest. I want to be able to put aside my to-do list if it means sitting quietly for a bit and breathing deeply. I want to notice what my daughter is doing. I want to read with her and play with her and not be constantly doing things. As it has sometimes been called- I want margin. I want space in my day, week, month where there is nothing planned and nothing that has to get done right then at that moment. I want to rest so that I can be a better mom, a better wife, a better sister, a better daughter, a better friend and a better person. When I have time to rest and am not always hurrying around, I have time to chat with the grocery store cashier or my neighbor. I have time to see the colors in the sky and appreciate the plants in my backyard. No, I'm not accomplishing things, but perhaps I need to change my understanding of what it means to accomplish something. Does it have to be something someone else can see, or can it simply be a slight change in my demeanor that perhaps only my husband notices (who is amazing at reading the nuances of my emotions and mood by the way)?
So this year I will be attempting to embrace rest, celebrate lavishly and notice goodness. And perhaps the next time I stop to rest, I won't feel the need to make up for it later.


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Next time you need to rest away from home, come eat lunch with us so we can see you and your beautiful daughter! We miss you!
Erika
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