Being Present in the Home
I read A Woman After God’s Own Heart a while back. It is a great book, by the way.
One thing she talks about is the necessity of being home. I’m not talking about making your home a prison, but more of a “how can you take care of things if you’re not there?”
I understood on a basic level, but as a working mother, couldn’t apply it to my life. I work until bed time for my son. So where was I going to go anyway?
Being home with the boys this summer is a huge change. I am loving it, and my family is too. I think, if the walls could talk, the house is also enjoying the TLC.
The last few days, however, have been busy. Not by the world’s standards – not even close – but for my “recovering after birth” standards. We are out past the boys bedtimes. We leave in the early afternoon. It’s been a little crazy.
And my house has taken a hit. Its messy, not horribly, but worse than it has been.
I guess you could say I had a Eureka moment about being home. I need to be here to keep things running smoothly. I need to be here to hold things together. These past few days have not been bad, not by any means, but they cannot become the norm.
For the summer, I am a stay-at-HOME-mom and a HOUSEwife, and I think my family will benefit from me remembering that.