I think my goal in life is to not fall apart …
It is a weird goal, I think. Some people want to be astronauts. Some people want to be ballerina dancers.
I want to provide my children with a fantastic home, a great learning environment, enable their pursuits in education and extracurricular activities, make sure we participate in social events, volunteer, provide healthy meals for my home, make sure we have clean clothes and a functional household, encourage my husband in his work while being a loving and fun wife … I also want to have a garden and write and paint and one day visit Montana. I could go on for days, it’s a never-ending list.
However, on the outside, I might come across as “laid-back.”
I have had a few friends actually tell me that I am “the most laid-back mother friend they have,” which is just ridiculous, and I try to debate emphatically because I feel like a freaking nervous ferret stress-ball most of the time! I just do some wild balancing act trying to stay observant while being calm so I don’t stress other people out.
Case in point:
Do you see what my husband is doing here? He is watching the hippopotamus at the zoo with our son.
Do you know what he is not doing? Sitting on the bench watching the kids to make sure one of them doesn’t run off, get picked up, cut themselves, fall off something, touch someone, steal some kid’s sippy cup, lick something, run into the lion’s den, or spontaneously explode.
That’s what I am doing.
Do you know what my kids were doing?
They were playing happily on the hippopotamus statue.
It was then that something amazing happened to me.
I didn’t realize I had been a ferret worry-stress-ball all morning, worried if we had everyone’s shoes, sunscreen, water, wallets, shoes, jackets, all the kids, my backpack, diapers and shoes. I was trying to leave the house without worrying that I left the oven on, even though I didn’t use the oven that morning; or the stove was on, even though I didn’t use the stove; that all the doors were locked; the gardens were watered; the chickens had enough food and water for the day; and we had all of our shoes.
I need RFID trackers for shoes.
As I sat there watching the kids play, and watching my husband enjoy the hippo exhibit with our son, I let myself sit and watch them. There was this peace in my lungs that I hadn’t experienced in quite a while. I think I was actually taking deep, calming breaths instead of shallow, ferret breaths. I was able to appreciate the joy of kids climbing and sliding down statues in the zoo. I could hear the hippopotamus play with his ball without a care in the world. Heck, there was even a group of young adults there dressed in all black leather and bright green/blue/pink/yellow hair who were enjoying themselves!
No one was worried people would fall over and die for no reason.
Not even the lions.
Except for me.
Mothers are generally the heart of the home. If the heart of the home is stressed out, the home will be stressed out. The husband will have a higher stress level if his wife is stressed out all the time; the children will follow their mother’s lead both in behavior and in attitude; and it is just as important to give them a good example to follow as it is to be a good example for yourself.
So take some time to learn from them. Learn how to just enjoy watching the ocean, instead of worrying about where everybody is on this enormously safe beach. Learn how to sit with your husband and children, instead of looming in the sidelines making sure everyone is okay. Learn how to smile like they are smiling. Learn from those who love you …
Learn how to relax.
~~For those of us with fire.~~
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