Lately I have been really struggling with a huge weight on my heart. Being an outside of the home working mom has run me ragged. The time I get to spend at home is so short, and there is always so much to do. Often, between laundry, dishes, cleaning, and preparing for the next day, I forget that I have a very inquisitive 4 year old who is there with me.
God has really opened my eyes these past few weeks and shown me that I really do not spend enough time with Morgan. I am blessed with a very independant child...she plays by herself and hardly ever needs my attention. However, I have noticed that when she does ask for my attention, I am constantly telling her "just a minute". Those "just a minutes" turn into 30, 60, or more and by the time I blink, it's time for her to go to bed and I haven't spent a single minute with just her. That makes my heart ache terribly.
I have made a conscious effort the past week to really focus on her. As a result, my house is a mess, but I have to decide for myself what is more important. The obvious answer is Morgan. Sure, we cannot live in a pig sty, nor do I want our house to look that way. BUT, my focus should be on her while she is awake, not the computer, the TV, or the house. I am going to try and incorporate her helping me with the chores instead of shooing her away because I can get it done faster without her. AND we are going to work on her picking up her toys, which at 4 she still does not do (and that's because we have never enforced that rule). No doubt it will be hard to find that balance, but it must be done. She's only going to be little for a short while longer, and I want her to remember that I played with her, not put her off. I am usually exhausted when I get home from work, but surely there is enough energy in me most days to play a few games of Candy Land, read with her, play with her dolls, and let her help me cook.
I read this poem today that really touched my heart. I'll keep it at the forefront of my mind in the coming weeks.
Time is of the Essence
Now is the time to get things done...
wade in the water,
sit in the sun,
squish my toes
in mud by the door,
explore the world in a girl just four.
Now is the time to study books...
flowers,
snails,
how a cloud looks;
to ponder "up"
where God sleeps nights,
why mosquitos take such big bites.
Later there'll be time
to sew and clean,
paint the hall
that soft new green,
to make new drapes,
refinish the floor--
Later on...when she's not just four.
by Irene Foster