I love to worry. It's how I occupy the blank spaces in my mind and day. However, I don'y just worry about normal things like my marriage, finances, relationships, etc. Usually, I end up worrying about things I either KNOW will not happen (think zombie apocalypse) or things that have a very low likelihood of happening (being struck by lightning). Worrying, plus my other responsibilities of running a house, loving my husband, working from home, and keep up with familial and friend relationships can take quite a mental toll.
Today was an especially busy day. A friend came over with her children while I had my daycare kids. After she left it was lunch, diaper, and nap time right away for the kids in my care. I also hadn't eaten for a while and was on the verge of getting an attitude with anyone or anything that crossed my path. But once everyone had consumed their lunch, diapers were changed, hugs and snuggles given, and nap time set in I was in a much better place. There were still lots of responsibilities to get to. Lunch for me, picking up after the babies, laundry, and making my house look overall presentable.
Instead of just letting it all worry and overwhelm, I was able to, this time, stop and breath. Appreciate the busyness of the children, because it means I have work. Appreciate the mountains of laundry piling up in my basement and the smaller mountain of dishes in my sink because it means I am clothed and fed. Appreciate my husbands absence, not because I don't like having him around, but because it means that he has a job and is able to provide for our family. Appreciate even the craziness of the day, because I am surrounded by people who I love and who love me.
So in the time of silence when the babies were sleeping, my friend had gone, my wash was going, and my lunch was cooking, I stopped and gave thanks for the quiet. For it was a silent witness to all the many blessings that have been bestowed on me.
Today was an especially busy day. A friend came over with her children while I had my daycare kids. After she left it was lunch, diaper, and nap time right away for the kids in my care. I also hadn't eaten for a while and was on the verge of getting an attitude with anyone or anything that crossed my path. But once everyone had consumed their lunch, diapers were changed, hugs and snuggles given, and nap time set in I was in a much better place. There were still lots of responsibilities to get to. Lunch for me, picking up after the babies, laundry, and making my house look overall presentable.
Instead of just letting it all worry and overwhelm, I was able to, this time, stop and breath. Appreciate the busyness of the children, because it means I have work. Appreciate the mountains of laundry piling up in my basement and the smaller mountain of dishes in my sink because it means I am clothed and fed. Appreciate my husbands absence, not because I don't like having him around, but because it means that he has a job and is able to provide for our family. Appreciate even the craziness of the day, because I am surrounded by people who I love and who love me.
So in the time of silence when the babies were sleeping, my friend had gone, my wash was going, and my lunch was cooking, I stopped and gave thanks for the quiet. For it was a silent witness to all the many blessings that have been bestowed on me.