I was just now taking advantage of a napping toddler to have a few minutes to myself. I've concluded that I should take a few minutes every day to write a few lines even if nothing more than to rejoice and say that I've made it through to live another day... to be Darwyn's wife... to be Levi's mom!
The life of a housewife is not usually very glamorous, but I've discovered in the past year since I resigned from my job, that the rewards for this life are FAR greater than the monetary benefits or accolades and recognition you get for your "job well done." I don't miss the commute to work nor the drama of office politics. As a household we miss the second income, but, even then, only a little. We're still comfortable and very happy... and far from starving! And the million little things that happen every day in the life of a mother (especially that of a newborn/toddler) are a million times more rewarding than all that other stuff!
As I sat down here this afternoon while Levi was sleeping, I took the time to re-read my post from June... the one about losing Freckles and the baby. Wow! I forget just how much catharsis there is in writing! I sat here sobbing as I read over the events of those few days. It's not that I forgot about any of the details, but I forget just how pointed my written word can be. It was in reading what I wrote a month ago that I was reminded just how much catharsis exists in the process of writing... the process of taking time to think... the process of allowing yourself those few moments to encompass all the emotions. In the moment of writing, the words themselves don't really matter that much, the meaning is in the process.
The words take on their meaning when you read them later.
Oh, there it is. The bell has rung! The timer is going off! I hear the cries of a toddler as he awakes from his nap.
And so my moment to myself is over...
for today.
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