I hate waiting. Well, hate may be a strong term, but it’s pretty close to the truth. I am sure I’m not alone in this sentiment. Waiting is part of life we all dislike to some degree, but it is a necessity that pops up everywhere. Waiting….to be old enough to play outside by myself, to do my own hair, to find a best friend, to get married, to have children, to have more money, or a bigger house…..the list goes on. We wait for so many things in life, and often – at least in my case! – with not the best of attitudes. But waiting is actually a precious time. Especially when you are waiting for a sweet little one to arrive, while surrounded by two other sweet little ones who are about to learn and adopt new roles 🙂
So, my word for the month is: Content. I thought about maybe using the word “patience” but I want to do more than just wait. I want to be content. at peace, fully accepting of the moment I am in, whether that moment by one of cuddles and story time, or one of pregnancy discomforts combined with fussy sick littles and an approaching lunch time dead line.
I’ll be honest, I do struggle with being content. This strikes me as odd, since I have SO MUCH in my life that makes me happy, and so few complaints. But, I am the kind of person who craves perfection, and I have a hard time appreciating the process. I want my dishes clean, my cupboards organized, my laundry folded, my toddler spotless, my schedule on the dot, my hair brushed and looking good. I get impatient when we eat and…wow, there are so many dirty dishes. They irritate me. I can’t rest until they’re done. Laundry day? It is stressful because…there are three baskets of unfolded laundry sitting in my living room. Thanks to toddlers, I am learning to relax, and realize that perfection in housework/scheduling only lasts a precious few seconds, but the bulk of life is made up of tackling those dirty dishes and laundry piles, and that I will never have inner peace without learning to enjoy the process, not just the destination.
I hope to never reach a point where I accept dirt and mayhem and don’t try to fix it. But I do hope to reach the point where I can laugh at the mess, while digging in, and not feel irritated if my efforts are interrupted half way.