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Sometimes I just don't know what to do without my children. Ironically, I often live for these days--for a break. Then when the break comes, I don't quite know what to do with myself!
Ever felt this way? On a regular day, I wake up ready to get to work: to settle squabbles, to teach countless lessons, to prepare meals, to be stretched and lie down and get up and do it again.
This regular rhythm is so beyond me that on a daily basis it's clear how much I have to lean on One stronger. So I do. But give me a day off from that stretching--or a full five days off (the kids were gone from 9-3 each day last week) and it's almost more uncomfortable.
For one, I don't want to like it too much. But the quiet is awfully nice.
For two, I have many other writing projects and work--usually I can get away from what I don't want to do with the excuse that life is too busy with the kids. But when I don't have that excuse? I guess I have to just get to work!
That pull and tug, that stretching, is what makes us mamas.
We bend and adapt, far beyond what we thought possible before we knew this mothering life. Through countless transitions we keep going--becoming women of power, possibility, and endurance--with each day that goes by.
"In summer, the song sings itself."
~William Carlos Williams