Often I am frustrated by the seemingly endless repetition of many actions through my mornings, afternoons, and evenings. I wonder if the laundry will ever be finished, the dishes ever clean, and if all the toys will ever be put away. Sometimes, for a brief moment, everything is tidy and clean and orderly. Then we wake up. I know I am not the only mama who strives to find a balance between spontaneity and structure. Sometimes when all my carefully planned playdates are cancelled, and Bea is teething, and Everett is all energy it can seem pointless to pick up the same toys for the third time (in one day), to start the fourth load of laundry, or to wash the same dirty dishes knowing that in a matter of minutes it will most likely need to be done again. But, then, the light will hit glasses drying in the dishrack and the most mundane chore will be beautiful. And then I remember, how blessed I am and how privileged my life is. And that moment is what I try to hold onto, knowing that these repetitive, mundane tasks, give me time to pray, to think, and to let my mind rest. That is something I am thankful for.
*** I love these lusterware bowls. I found four of them about a month ago at one of the two local thriftstores. Bea eats every meal out of one because they are the perfect size. And even babies deserve pretty dishes!
