It is finals week and though he has been in the house most of the day, I have seen Jonathan for a total of maybe 20 minutes if you exaggerate it. The day after he takes his last evening exam, we are leaving early in the morning on a 12+ hour road trip with two small, ACTIVE, children. Christmas is upon us and there are MANY things to be made. I don’t really know why (except that by the grace of God, the Holy Spirit must be prompting me) I’ve been dealing with this finals week differently.
Normally a week with this much activity, responsibility, uncertainty and potential for disaster would have me making plans upon contingency plans and lists of my lists in an effort to stave off any negative impact on my family. Though this approach may sometimes result in being prepared for everything, it always guarantees one very stressed out and grumpy Mama. I’ve been noticing, in the little bit of growing up I’ve done these past few months, that Mama’s mood quickly becomes everyone's mood. So, in an effort to love my children and husband better, I have let the house go. I am moving through each task in front of me without stressing about the cloud of other urgent, pestering tasks remaining undone. I have no set of lists except the overall objectives of:
- getting Charlie outside for HARD playing once a day,
- making sure I have timely snacks and meals to provide my offspring (and to hand through the door to my muttering husband, hunched over yet another outline of notes he is studying)
- being aware of and then using any moment my hands are free to work on the projects I’m making for Christmas.
- getting us all packed and travel-food supplied for our trip while the children are awake (as long as I can make it fun) so that I can work on Christmas-ing while they are asleep.
The super bonus is that I’ve found I haven’t been inadvertently showing Charlie he doesn’t matter and is an inconvenience to me like I usually end up doing in high-stress times. We’ve actually had fun together instead of resenting the fact that we can’t have Dad! This was our chaotic but delightful scene while we made pizza for dinner last night:
Many, many thanks to Gail, our Sunday school teacher, for teaching us this joyful song!