So I’ve not been a great writer this weekend. Surprise! I had to do a little parenting instead. Which is just absolutely right. But the thing is, sometimes I beat myself up (just a little) when I fail to do the things I think I should. I’m a list-maker, and I love, love, love the feeling of crossing things off. So in a mainly “nurturing” weekend like this has been, nothing much gets crossed. Because even a fairly compulsive lister (like myself) isn’t going to write down, “Hold Kid 3 for an hour. Read to her. Comb the nest out of her hair. Sing her a song. Run her a bubble bath and hook up “Phineas and Ferb” on the laptop. Count the ounces she drinks. Rub her back. Make a dessert she’ll love.” It’s just not going to happen.
So I’ve been listless this weekend. (That was funny, unintentionally. But true, too.)
And here’s what I’ve decided: Sometimes I’m a writer. Sometimes I’m a speaker. But always, I’m a wife and a mama. And writing can get off the list for a while, but momming can’t and wifing can’t. I do those things, list or not.
And besides, those momming and wifing things are about Living. And if I don’t do some Living, what am I going to have to write about?
*Do you want to know that I typo-ed “thongs” in my title? I would get so many hits if I just let that stand…
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I cried when I read this post. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I can relate – or how similarly I feel sometimes. I’m a major lister too, and the days when I can do nothing but sit on the couch with my ever-protruding belly and read to my kids because the idea of sweeping my floor overwhelms me – those days I have to love instead of loath.
So glad that little #3 is home and well!
I cried when I read this post. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I can relate – or how similarly I feel sometimes. I’m a major lister too, and the days when I can do nothing but sit on the couch with my ever-protruding belly and read to my kids because the idea of sweeping my floor overwhelms me – those days I have to love instead of loath.
So glad that little #3 is home and well!
I am so much the same it’s almost eerie. I love my role of nurturer – even thrive in it. But I have to remind myself that cuddling is more productive than crossings things off one of my lists.
I am so much the same it’s almost eerie. I love my role of nurturer – even thrive in it. But I have to remind myself that cuddling is more productive than crossings things off one of my lists.
That’s what my life has been up to lately too–lot’s of mommy time has been needed. (And daughter time, sister time, wife time…) But even though writing time got pushed to the side, I still feel like so much has gotten accomplished.
That’s what my life has been up to lately too–lot’s of mommy time has been needed. (And daughter time, sister time, wife time…) But even though writing time got pushed to the side, I still feel like so much has gotten accomplished.
So glad that all is well again in the Wilhite home. We have been praying for you guys. I only make mental lists and then I seem to forget what was on the list, then nothing much gets done. Tell “kid 3” how glad we are that she has such a great family to care for her and how much we missed her at our activity. Lots of LOVE to her!
So glad that all is well again in the Wilhite home. We have been praying for you guys. I only make mental lists and then I seem to forget what was on the list, then nothing much gets done. Tell “kid 3” how glad we are that she has such a great family to care for her and how much we missed her at our activity. Lots of LOVE to her!
We all wear many hats. There are some hats I wish I could leave off at times. And some hats I’d prefer to simply hide in. Hmmm. You’re always accomplishing something, whether you know it or not. Whether you list it or not. Whether anyone else knows it or not. Even if you accomplish nothing on your list, you’ve accomplished creating a list. So pat yourself on the back each night. You’re a mama, and that in and of itself, is quite the accomplishment!
We all wear many hats. There are some hats I wish I could leave off at times. And some hats I’d prefer to simply hide in. Hmmm. You’re always accomplishing something, whether you know it or not. Whether you list it or not. Whether anyone else knows it or not. Even if you accomplish nothing on your list, you’ve accomplished creating a list. So pat yourself on the back each night. You’re a mama, and that in and of itself, is quite the accomplishment!
ditto.
ditto.