Last week it seemed like everyone I knew liked this article about Motherhood. Because so many people loved it, I know it really struck a chord-and I don't want to say that it was a bad article, or that people who liked it are bad and wrong. And it could well be that I read it in a certain kind of mood and that is the problem. I just have another idea-which can probably coexist.
I liked the part at the end about Chronos time and Kairos time ( A LOT!), but I have some different thoughts about the rest of it. Not better thoughts. Just different ones.
What if, when people who are older stop us in the store and tell us to enjoy every minute (which has never happened to me, by the way-am I scary looking?), what if it's not that they have forgotten how hard it is, but that they actually KNOW, better than we do, that this IS the best time of our life? I hate to discount the wisdom of age, especially when it's a stranger, seeking me out, to tell me something wonderful. I'd rather believe they know what they're talking about.
"Be happy, it's one way of being wise." -- Colette
And even though an all night puke fest is no picnic-what a gift of service, what a blessing of work. And maybe I can try to choose joy, and keep choosing it. And when things are awful and terrible and icky and hard to bear, I can offer all of that up to heaven.
"The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not on our circumstances. We carry the seeds of one or the other about with us in our minds wherever we go." --Martha Washington
Please don't think I do this well! or often! (And feel free to smugly remind me of this when I stub my toe or spend any amount of time on the phone with customer service). It's just something I think about. And then I read this article--maybe the problem is that we don't have ENOUGH children! ;D