Hiding in the Loud
The other night I was lamenting to my husband at how I can never seem to have anything complete: there is always unfolded laundry, the kitchen is still somehow dirty (even though I felt like I was stuck there all day cleaning), I haven’t gotten a chance to exercise, and there are toys everywhere (even though I barked at the kids to help clean up). And then he gave me a little gem of wisdom:
“It is not about managing four little kids, it’s about creating a home.”
For a minute I started to get it.
And here I am feeling completely lost again, trying to figure this formula out. The kids are literally running back and forth in our playroom area. One is dressed, another is half-dressed (pants are optional), and one is still in her pajama’s. I would like to have lunch. Do I go into drill instructor mode, ordering them to get dressed and get downstairs? Do I let them continue to run wild, allowing them to play and be happy, and setting my agenda aside for a little longer?
As Bambi announces to his mom, “Winter sure is long, isn’t it, Mother.”
Please help me to navigate this impossible ebb and flow of quotidian life, this managing vs. creating.