Occasionally I will think about the crazy busy life I live and feel like dropping everything and moving to some remote village in France. I long for an ideal life. I imagine it would be quiet and serene and life would be simple. I would walk to the market and buy fresh bread, butter and cheese everyday. My kids would wake up early and do chores and work hard because, well, that would be the lifestyle. I would spend my time, while they are at school, gardening and canning and preparing meals. I would also make time for decorating our home. It would be simple and it would be a beautiful life.
Back to reality.
I wake up early ever morning with a to do list that is already a mile long. We rush to get through breakfast and get 5 kids off to 3 different schools. My days are filled with grocery shopping at different stores to find the best deals, cleaning a house that has toys scattered in every room, meal planning, running all over the place to find the supplies my kids teachers just asked for that they need tomorrow, paying bills, blogging here and there, taking kids to soccer and volleyball practice and games across town, all with my youngest in tow who doesn’t seem to care for any of it…
And the thought creeps in that I hate this busy life. I really dread it every day. There’s little joy in the doing and the details seem draining.
One day, while stopping at the 2nd store on my list and agonizing that there are 3 more to go, I had the thought: What if I could live the simple and beautiful life I long for? What if being grateful and looking for beauty is the key? What if stopping to survey they beauty and uniqueness of the fresh produce and wondering at the blue sky while I walk back to the car were all I really needed to make my life more beautiful and simple?
What if I chose the things I love over the things I think I need? What if I made my shopping excursions about what was available from the farmers market and had the guts to throw something together that night with my finds instead of meal planning boring casseroles & crockpot meals every. single. day?
What if I made cooking a more enjoyable by thinking of it as art by living in the moment? What if I treasured the time I spent doing homework with my kids because it was time I actually had with them to invest in who they will become. What if our car rides to and fro became beautiful because our conversations turned deep as the music was turned down?
We glorify a busy life now days. We glorify a mom who “does it all.” Especially if she still looks good and doesn’t seem tired. But it is running us ragged. We are overwhelmed and listening to voices that keep us in this crazy cycle of being at whits end with no hope of ever not being there {with the exception of when it has all passed us by and our kids are raising their own kids and following in our example of crazy busy lives}.
I wonder at a life with margin; extra space that allows for beauty. It seems thrilling and hopeful and unachievable at the same time.
But it is possible. It is possible in the laying down of caring about what anyone else thinks of you {and this is really the key}. It is possible in becoming a hunter for true beauty and a purger of clutter {of things and appointments and tangents}. It is possible in going after the great things and letting the good things just pass you by.
My calling as a mom is shifting. I used to feel called to just survive but now I feel called to thrive. I’m just beginning to figure out what this means.