Some people have expressed wonderment that I wrote a book in two months. In light of this, I have decided it is high time for another dispel the pedestal post. (For more glimpses into just how human I am, check out these posts, please!)
There are seasons in life, peoples. Please remember this. Especially you mommies. Remind yourself every day – every hour, if necessary. Seasons are different times in your life that require different grace in different areas – letting some things go while you focus on other things. Your seasons are determined by priorities.
For mommies of young children, we don’t have much else that fits on our list after feeding, changing diapers, and keeping the children relatively content and clean. (Operative word here: “relatively”).
The past two months were a unique season in my motherhood. I have a 2 year old who I am not yet potty training and who still takes a long afternoon nap. My 10 month old is almost sleeping through the night, as well as taking two large naps a day. He is also not quite crawling yet. My 4 year old is just now old enough to amuse himself happily and safely without requiring constant surveillance. For a few weeks we are enjoying a season of slightly less maintenance on the child-rearing front. I say slightly less because you KNOW there is still a ton of stuff to do even if they all behave like angels and take their naps.
Thus, I had a window of opportunity. I chose to write a book with it. I worked 1-4 hours a day, 6 days a week, and sacrificed any and all ‘free time’ I might have otherwise enjoyed. I did no sewing, crafting, and even fasted from my favorite inspiration blogs. I reviewed the schedule I created for myself when reading Tell Your Time and made sure I kept my online time focused. I read no novels (I’m in withdrawal here, peoples, and now open for suggestions for summer reading!), watched no TV and maybe two movies in the entire two months. That’s how I found the time to write a book.
There were also some other things that I let slip that you may or may not be disposable on your list. I just wanted to share them with you so you could see that I am human, just like you. To remind you that there are seasons in which you may not have all your ducks in a row, and that’s ok, ’cause art is being made, passions are being pursued, relationships are in a high-maintenance, deepening mode, or your just in survival mode – just for a season.
- The paper towel roll ran out in the kitchen sometime last month and I didn’t refill till a week after the book was published (the new rolls are all the way down the hall way in the bathroom, dontchaknow)
- We did not have kefir smoothies with breakfast 4 times a week. More like, once a month. We had our eggs or oatmeal went on with our day.
- I did not make my bed (oh, wait, that’s never been a habit!)
- I did not clean the toilets as frequently as I might have. (gross, I know, but you feel better now, don’t you?)
- I lost my laundry routine and reverted back to using my dryer. The laundry often got worn again before I had a chance to put it away.
- We did not do school. (Jesse is four, and not yet ready for this full-time anyway)
- I did not keep my desk organized and the papers are beginning to spill off and decorate the studio floor.
- gave up (temporarily) on my quest to make my own mozzarella cheese.
- My homemade wipes ran out and, instead of simply making a new batch, I lazily just whetted down a paper towel every time I had to change a diaper. Not really any easier. Just to busy with other things.
Now that the book is published, though, I feel a great desire to take a deep breath and clear some space on the desk, in my schedule, and on the couch so I can sit down and read a book once in a while (after I get caught up on the laundry.) I also want to make a batch of fermented sun tea, try some new recipes, and take my kids to the library.
What do you have the grace to let go of in this season? It’s ok – you can put it down. Embrace, and make the most of the season you’re in. I’m right there with you.