I did something this morning that I rarely do. I slept in until 7 and then stayed in bed drinking coffee, knitting, and watching the news. I just felt like my body and my brain needed a slow morning. And it was really nice. But here I am, at nearly 5 pm, working on our school plans for next week which is something I typically do early on Saturdays. The kids were up late last night and Pete and Peter were out the door early today to attend a fund raising event so I thought sleeping in would be a good idea. The fact though that I'm "behind" now always makes me say I'm never sleeping in again, that it isn't worth it. I'm not sure. And I'm not sure why I get to frustrated with these things- everyone not turning in all their work, a couple someones not doing well on a Latin test, not great spelling by certain children, having a couple of kids still completing school work on a Saturday. Those things matter. But how much do they really matter? They're small in the grand scheme of time and space, right? I mean when you start thinking about how big the world is, the suffering that's taking place, how God's Word should be the most important thing, the soul, you realize how small we are and can't help but ask how much those "little" problems should frustrate me. Still, I am trying to raise responsible, conscientious people who are firm in their convictions, have a heart for the Lord and for others and so I have to hold them accountable to finish what they're supposed to, right? There is no room for laziness in parenting and that's hard. If I'm lazy, my children suffer and follow that example. Does that mean I can't ever "sleep in?" I don't know. Maybe not for the next 16 ish years.
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