Wednesday, 5 May 2010
My Google reader overfloweth with amazing posts from incredible writers, artists, comediennes, poets, thinkers and generally brilliant, lovely people. I don’t want to hoard it all for myself, so here are the exceptional posts among all the great ones that made me laugh, cry or catch my breath recently.
(Each quote is just a small excerpt. Click on the link to read the entire post.)
I don’t care if you work at home all day or work out of the home or if you do or don’t co-sleep or breastfeed or attachment parent or helicopter parent or have 1 child or 17 or have teens or grown children…mothering is hard, and when we look at each other with that in mind and with compassion at heart we win-win. It seems simple but we get all tripped up by our need to be seen. Look at me running, look at how it never stops, please say you see me.
Motherhood is a (terribly repetitive and grueling and absolutely beautiful) race with a photo finish tie and we all end up at the same place.
Everywhere I go, someone is telling me to seize the moment, raise my awareness, be happy, enjoy everysecond, etc, etc, etc.
I know that this message is right and good. But, I have finally allowed myself to admit that it just doesn’t work for me. It bugs me. This CARPE DIEM message makes me paranoid and panicky. Especially during this phase of my life – while I’m raising young kids. Being told, in a million different ways to CARPE DIEM makes me worry that if I’m not in a constant state of intense gratitude and ecstasy, I’m doing something wrong.
I don’t believe God loves the act of prayer more than he loves the child playing with his toy plane. God loves creation. God loves for us to enjoy creation, not as a second best way to use our time, but because creation is good. God delights in seeing my son play with his airplane and his cars and his dinosaurs, not simply because those things bring August joy, but because God loves play. August is a delight to the heart of God when he runs through the backyard, Lightning McQueen in hand, vrooming. He is being who God has made him to be.
I believe God made our bodies and our minds and our hearts and he loves when they line up into the beautiful all-encompassing story of redemption.
I’m learning that the family of God is bigger and wilder and more glorious than I could have ever fathomed and sometimes it includes people that I’d rather leave out. Someone else might keep excluding me, telling me I’m an enemy of the Gospel, but I know the truth so I’ll just keep drawing my circle wider and pulling them in, loving them, this is the tough love.
Dear God, it’s your daughter, Joy. Just want to say: I’ve decided to need you. I’ve been watching you with your other children, and I am convinced your heart is good, and you do love them. I am starting to believe you have the same heart for me. You know, people seem to like me. Maybe cuz I’m easy, and low maintentance. But the real me is needy, and I’ve decided it’s safe to show you what you already know to be true ~ that I need you.