If you were to walk into my house, right now, there would most likely be things you would miss- the huge pile of laundry sitting in the middle of my son’s floor; the menu for this week’s meals which I keep forgetting to list… and buy; a bazillion hair pins waiting to be picked up and put in their place; an unmade bed… or four; cats who keep forgetting where their litter box is…
You get the idea. My house, my domestic life, are far from perfect.
And I’m not the least bit worried.
I’ve had this blog stewing in my thoughts for the last week, week and a half. I blame my Saturday morning Bible study- A Year of Biblical Womanhood (don’t let the title worry your sweet-feminist-hearts; it’s awesome. And hilarious). I keep hearing women, friends, cry over their lack of perfection. Their inability to complete every task, every shore, every meal, every correction without one hair out of place. And my heart breaks for them!
So, I’ve come to this conclusion: I’m either a horrible wife/mother/homemaker OR I might have learned how to slink past this domestic goddess without being turned to stone by her stare.
But seriously. I don’t care! Which would I rather have in perfect order? The menu or my marriage? Which deserves my attention more? The laundry or my son with his hundred questions about Jesus? This is why my feathers don’t get ruffled about to-do lists: we will eventually figure out how to train our cats; the hair pins will eventually be found and collected; my family will eat. My husband will know I love and respect him. My son willremember his mom playing with him more than she stresses about chores. I will share my heart, my passion, on my blog- celebrating the blessings and gifts Jesus has given me. I will take time for myself so I am able to give myself more to this life I’m living. All this because I choose to step away from my household obligations and place priority on the most important issues of my life.
Some women might read this blog and think, “I will not be visiting her house any time soon!” I claim no perfection, here. I have my own lists which need my focus- but they are at the bottom of the totem pole because I refuse to beat myself up over little, tiny, soul-sucking details.
Balance. Breathe. Enjoy life and the lives of those you’re blessed to be part of; they love you more than they love your multi-tasking, super-mom, fifties-house-wife aspirations.
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