“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.”
There are two very hard things about motherhood that surprised me. One was how heavy mom guilt is from day one. Not doing enough, not feeling good enough, worry that I’ve totally screwed them up. The other is how insane monotony can make me if I can’t learn to look at it all through fresh lenses every morning.
The dishes are dirty again everyday. The laundry piles up the minute I declare I am the champion of the laundry pile. Every day the kids want to eat. And they need me to make it for them. How rude. I can count on the baby to need me the moment I carve out 2 whole seconds to pee. The bills are due again. Floors need vacuuming … oh wait, vacuum is broken, and trash needs hauling off.
None of that is glamorous. And yet it happens regularly.
But there is much to be thankful for in it if I never tire of looking at it all with a fresh lens every morning.
The kids need me but they’re compassionate, loving little humans who also ask me if I need anything many times throughout the day. They’re perfect gentlemen and they’ll make some lady very happy one day. Success.
The never-ending laundry pile has provided never-ending opportunities for the boys to learn how to sort, treat stains, wash, dry, fold, and put away laundry. As well as the importance of not changing clothes 65 times per day. Again I say, they’ll make some lady very happy.
Dirty dishes mean we have food to eat.
Changing one more diaper and making one more bottle are the trade off for spending quality time with the sweetest little girl who thinks I hung the moon.
Good ol’ Chesterton set me straight this morning.
Thank goodness God doesn’t say, “Yeah, well, I’m tired of making the sun rise everyday. I’ve been doing that everyday and I’m just bored with it, ya know? Gonna try something else because seeing that thing come up every morning is really just draining me. Plus, no one ever says thank you for it.” Thank goodness He doesn’t say, “Well, if you’ve seen one daisy, you’ve seen ’em all” or “I gave you rain last week, what more do you want from me?!”
I need to plaster this bit from Chesterton to my forehead and read it every morning lest I forget to look around me at the beautiful bits that require the monotony.
Here’s to “doing it again.” And again, and again.