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 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.
When Mattheus awoke to find that Opal needed to stay home sick from school on Monday, he became quite the grumpy fellow. Monday is Mattheus’s home day, and now with Opal in preschool, he usually gets Mama all to himself. He returns surprisingly quickly to the way it once was, in those early days with just him, Mama and Papa. Even though he was too young to remember it consciously, there is a rightness for him when he has us all to himself.
This eldest child of ours does not manage very well when plans change. He likes life to be predictable–the day is a map he unfolds in his mind. And from this particular change of plan, he never quite recovered. He pushed and poked Opal and me all day. Provoking any attention he could, positive or negative.
But in between, he was a big brother, taking little sister by the hand and inviting her into his play: a board game, knights and princesses, snuggles. In between he tried to be flexible, accept what was. And he grew just a little bit, just a very little bit in his humanity because he was faced with a disappointing and challenging situation. In between, I was so proud of him.