Regarding that last raw post of mine, you are probably asking yourself again,
“Hey uh….Where is the ‘Laugh Love’ part of the blog name???”
Yeah…you’re gonna have to get out your wide-angle lens when you read this blog. I know I’m all over the map with topics. I definitely cover life, the love part is sometimes tough love, and there are definitely loud, long laughs. Maybe all of them don’t translate to the written page, but we make a point to inject humor as much as we can.
So believe me, events like the Florida school shooting this week leave me virtually speechless, there is SO much that I want to say but I’m exhausted just trying to get the words out.
It’s times like this that I want to circle the wagons and just focus on my immediate family. That’s kind of my default mode as it is…just focus on us, just the five of us in this house. Maybe because we didn’t grow up where we live now and our closest family is a few hours away so we don’t have a ready social network where we live, and our travel schedules once upon a time didn’t allow tight friendships to form. I don’t get caught up in a bunch of parties and drinking, I don’t have a ton of extra time to devote to things like the PTO…and believe me, if I had a bunch of free time, I’d be focused more on my own health and developing desperately needed friendships, and that’s proven very hard to do without a lot of drinking involved. I’m so tired, I’m afraid I’d fall asleep. I just can’t hang like I used to, like the moms who are 15 years younger than me.
But back to the whole “circle the wagons” concept….for many Christians it is now the Lenten season and for some denominations like the Catholics and Orthodox, it’s a time for quiet reflection, closing out the distractions of food, drink, entertainment, and obsession of every kind including politics. To look inside your own heart and understand what you personally can do to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, give shelter to those in the storm, and so on. Directly and indirectly. Figuratively and literally.
Maybe some people think this inward focus is quaint, old-fashioned, or dogmatic on the part of the church. Ok. Regardless of whether your church or your religion is commanding you to do it, I do believe there is value in scaling back, simplifying your life to the bare necessities so you can channel your energy first toward inward reflection and then finally to outward action, to wherever your heart says it is needed the most.
I struggle with this myself, with ways I can be most effective, most impactful. I had this conversation with a superior at work, and she told me that my purpose in life was to live a happy life with my family and to go have adventures with them.
On the surface, there is nothing wrong with that but 1) it sounded a little hedonistic when she said it to me, and 2) I personally have always longed to be and do something more, and I struggle with my ability today to do more than influence my own family. And if I fail to do that job well, what business do I have trying to make a positive impact elsewhere?
This brings to mind one of my favorite quotes:
“If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters very much.”
Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis
Maybe in light of the events in Florida, this is a time to just stay home a little bit more, and hug your family. Spend time with them. Listen to what’s going on in their hearts.
And if you can’t do either of those things – figure out how to be still with your own family or how to help those who need it most – then spend the time helping yourself. Start there. Be still and just be you.
Maybe you think that sounds selfish. I’m telling you it is not.
God knows when my children were much smaller, there were days of utter exhaustion, endless chauffeuring, laundry, baths, homework, shopping, doctor appointments, and on and on, that I wanted to fall into a heap and cry. I wanted anyone, anyone at all to come to my house and stay for a week or a month or a couple of years to help me out. Other than my husband, there was no one.
I wanted to cry but there were no tears. My self talk was brutal. Like hundreds of thousands of mothers before me I told myself I needed to buck up and shut up. Just do the job. Hundreds of thousands of mothers before me had it much tougher than me. But still, I would have given anything for just a little bit of help. Someone to hold me and tell me it would get better and everything would turn out ok. That mothering in this insane world would get a little bit easier as your children got a little bit older and self-reliant, even if the risks got a lot scarier.
So if you’re wondering how in the world to get through your days, whether you should simply your life or magnify your contributions – and I’ve heard some of you ask this very question – I’m here to give you permission to do whatever you are called to do. And if you need a break, then take one. Cancel appointments for yourself or the kids and rest. Or cancel those routine appointments and responsibilities and take that extra time to expand your reach beyond what you usually do.
If ever you have wondered what choice to make, you’re not alone. And whichever choice you make, including none at all, is fine.