Sometimes being a mother just sucks. Not even because of the kids being naughty. It sucks to sacrifice pooping uninterrupted. My coffee is often left waiting for attention from the questions and hunting expeditions for a matching set of socks. I get into a rut, and stop appreciating what a gift being a mother is. I get lazy and neglect connecting with my kids when I know they need it as much as I do. On top of it all, we are a homeschooling family. With that thrown into the blender, tunnel vision can quickly poison the gift of appreciation.
Today, I made a point to get out of that miserable train of thought.
We switched up our day, and decided books at the bakery would be a nice change.
And it was.
While Amelia was at preschool, Jairus and I made the 20 minute scenic drive to The Cottage Bakery. After we paid for our drinks and doughnuts, we settled in their warm upstairs space.
I forget how fun Jairus is to talk to. My heart felt so much joy just by listening to his big ideas and beautiful plans. More often than I'd like to admit, I am only half listening. I have mastered the thoughtless dialogue of a busy mom, trying to invest in him and everything else. It feels like so many things are vying for space in my brain, I neglect to marinate in the goodness of my children, and the great priveledge of being the mother to these incredible little tax deductions. Today was different, and I know that short hour upstairs in the cozy of the bakery was the quality time we both have been missing.
Today, I made a point to get out of that miserable train of thought.
We switched up our day, and decided books at the bakery would be a nice change.
And it was.
While Amelia was at preschool, Jairus and I made the 20 minute scenic drive to The Cottage Bakery. After we paid for our drinks and doughnuts, we settled in their warm upstairs space.
I forget how fun Jairus is to talk to. My heart felt so much joy just by listening to his big ideas and beautiful plans. More often than I'd like to admit, I am only half listening. I have mastered the thoughtless dialogue of a busy mom, trying to invest in him and everything else. It feels like so many things are vying for space in my brain, I neglect to marinate in the goodness of my children, and the great priveledge of being the mother to these incredible little tax deductions. Today was different, and I know that short hour upstairs in the cozy of the bakery was the quality time we both have been missing.
The delicious bacon maple Sasquatch foot.
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