“Because being a homemaker isn’t about being extraordinary. It’s about seeing the ordinary in a conscious way. A way that leads to gratitude, joy and understanding. A way that helps me create an environment in which me and my family can become more human everyday. If you are moved, I invite you to share your ordinary things by replying below or leaving a link.”
The transition back to urban life and school has been unpleasant. Tantrums, tears and “so and so hit me!” are my daily soundtrack. It plays on repeat in my head while I sit in traffic after drop-off, pondering how I can help it all go more smoothly, wishing I could find more grace.
After the commute, a (half) school day and a nap, the afternoon marches on towards supper prep. It’s not unusual to realize in the midst of good nights that a day has gone by without any quality one-on-one time with a particular child.
My feelings about all of this roll around as if in a cement mixer: a messy aggregate of values trying to form a coherent pourable material. At odds with each other, they simply keep churning, no freshly set sidewalk in sight.
So, until the sidewalk is ready to be poured, there are afternoons on the porch. While the children rouse from their rests I boil water for tea and prepare “dessert.” (Our fruit based afternoon treat) Then I head right out with my handwork and we all sit. Sometimes the children have a story from the school day. Sometimes there is a request for a book to be read or a plan for a project when Papa comes home. Last week it was paper airplanes waiting to be folded. Some days they quickly inhale whole peaches, dripping sticky juice down their fronts, and run off to the trampoline leaving me sitting in silence, an entire hot cup of tea still waiting.
Whatever passes between us in the moments, it’s heartening knowing it will be there most days. That amidst the going all directions there will be space to connect to ourselves, each other and our values.
And that, my friends, I do believe is what you call a buffer.