How many times could that be the title that best describes our lives?
We’ve been interrupted. Not by anything particularly significant but by a series of things–the start of the school year, the change in weather (or not, in So Cal), a glitchy computer. We work hard to keep so many balls in the air that it’s hard to stop them all when one drops.
My writing dropped. But there were kids to pick up and events to volunteer for and a football season that isn’t quite going the way we expected, plus two-fifths of my family was in physical therapy twice a week at the same place, but of course not the same time.
So I didn’t have the balance to lean over and pick my writing up.
One day I was on the school’s website putting money in the kids’ lunch accounts and I saw the Jobs tab. I clicked it, for fun. There they were, a list of jobs I could do without having to plan a lesson or grade a paper. Hourly. Minimum wage. None of the responsibility but all the fun.
And I thought…Is it time?
This stay at home mom gig was never meant to be forever. Just a season. I had no idea how long the season would last, but in the last six months, I have felt a restlessness. Annie goes to full day Kindergarten next year. I know that I can keep the house and run the finely tuned engine that is our family schedule and still work at least part-time.
This was the question that interrupted me the most. It’s age-old, isn’t?
What am I doing?
I gave it my full attention. The Holy Spirit helped me out by crashing my laptop spectacularly last week. She didn’t send the Blue Screen of Death. No, no. My screen went RED. I don’t even know.
I couldn’t write, even if I wanted to. I had no idea how much noise my computer inserted into my daily life until there was only silence.
Into the silence came a decision to attend a conference and an invitation to a retreat. There was a friendship issue with Kate where the other mom and I have been able to have really good, supportive and thoughtful conversations about how to help our girls navigate their feelings. Shea and I talked about my going back to work and decided not yet, not until Annie is in full day school.
Something is happening though, swirling around my head and heart. The tide is turning, the season is changing. Something wonderful and inspiring this way comes.
In the meantime, I am still Here, rooted and growing.
2 thoughts on “Life, Interrupted”
I had no idea how much noise my computer inserted into my daily life until there was only silence.
Yes. Lovely post with the metaphors of seasons, rooted and growing…. Blessings on your discerning.
Its hard not to wax poetic about the seasons changing when the air is crisp and the trees look like they are on fire!