A lazy Saturday morning allowed us to explore some music on YouTube. One of my kids was interested in the song “Dynamite” and we stumbled upon this version. Pretty impressive! And even more neat is it started a discussion with my kids about the use of voice and how creative one can be, which led to more discussions of music. Thanks, YouTube!
Often I am blissfully ignorant of what people actually mean when they say certain things. Surprisingly, I often apply this technique to my parents. (Most children do the same, as evidenced by my children in the morning rush for school.) I may have heard my parents express a disinterest in changing diapers or taking care of their young grandchildren, but that doesn’t mean I actually understood exactly what they meant.
My mother came out to help me while I helped at an event a couple years back…when I still had kids in diapers. In the end, she did change some diapers. I’ve had similar experiences with my father, who also claimed he wasn’t terribly willing to change diapers. In the end, he did. Both parents survived the experience and, judging from the fact that they still speak to me, don’t seem too traumatized. (Nor do the kids, I must note.)
I’ve questioned my parents on their reluctance, but my parents raised four kids, so I give them the benefit of the doubt that it is their prerogative. Within reason and my understanding capabilities, I will respect their no-diaper rule. If we negotiated this arena, it becomes a moot point and, as the kids age, we can continue to spend time together.
My mom helped more than I think she realized last spring and, yes, it was clear that she was happy and relieved to hand over the kids when the days were done. I also was overjoyed she was able to spend time with the kids without an interfering parent and de finitely appreciated her helping out. But I also believe that, in the end, she really enjoyed her one-on-one time with my kids, with whom she doesn’t see on a regular basis.
In fact, she has some lasting sweet memories with them and mailed photos from that time. And, thankfully, none were of the diapers she had to change.
It’s early morning and I’m furiously typing.
As a mom, I’m trying to strike a balance.
So for many mornings, I try to get up before my crowds to re-ignite my creativity. Or to get ahead on an on-going project. Just like with my children, I need to set my own boundaries. No checking email when I’m trying to write my fiction. No tackling other projects in an attempt to procrastinate. Some weeks it feels as if we are all just spinning our wheels. Other weeks, I’ve accomplished a mountain of work and school and am looking around for more to conquer.
So, where does balance come from?
For me, it comes from being able to step back each morning and survey my playing field. If I wasn’t able to, I would probably fall into a rabbit hole. Or so it feels sometimes.
The family is stirring…and the day is off and running. Happy Monday!
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