My friends Teri Miller and Karen Klasi, both whom have inspired me to blog and continue to blog are amazing women. Both beautiful writers and beautiful women of God.
And I am jealous. Karen’s talent with words far surpasses that of my own and I read her blog posts with joy and sinful envy. Teri is blessed with the ability to see the lessons God has for her through everyday experiences.
Today I feel stuck. Writer’s block as they say. Does that even exist? I heard somewhere at some point in time to write anyway.
So, write I will….
My oldest took the rare nap on the couch yesterday while the youngest was sleeping. He asked me to cuddle with him and if I would play some lullabies.
Of course I would.
Jewel has a lullaby CD that he and I have listened to for a looooong time. As she sang and I snuggled with my enormous 4 year old, my mind started to fill with the things I *needed* to do. Laundry. Dishes. Dust. Vacuum. Change the litter box.
No. I told my brain to shut up.
But both boys are going to sleep…..think of all you can accomplish.
Eventually the “Martha” in me lost (as in the one from the Bible who rushed around preparing and cleaning, not Stewart. Though if I had a crew of people working for me to organize, craft, and clean, I would give her a run for her money.)
I chose to be Mary (as in the one who sat at Jesus’ feet). I wrapped my arm around my growing boy and felt his body relax and noticed when his breath steadied indicating he was indeed, sleeping. I talked with Jesus while I was there. Thanking Him, praising Him, feeling humbled by the gift of Motherhood.
Waking up 20 minutes later, glad I had chosen to be Mary for a bit, I let my boy sleep for a little longer.
I can’t recall the finest details of eventually doing the mundane household chores (which of course I always do as on to the Lord….not). But I can vividly remember that snuggle time, adding it to the various snapshots in my mind that my brain has taken throughout this life.
Oh, and if you want, please check out my dear friends’ blogs. You will not be disappointed.