When my precious daughter was pondering the fact that she has to return to school today, she wanted to continue to bask in her springbreak time off. You could see the thoughts swirling in her mind. She had such a great week that included time back east and then sleepovers at friends one night after the next. And one conclusion she made at the end of it was this:
"Everyday is the weekend for you, Mom."
The record player in my own swirling thoughts went scratch in my head! What? I guess my life is one giant weekend. I reminded her that my life isn't a weekend and that the work I do is at times very hard. Taking care of our family of seven, homeschooling, keeping house, keeping a schedule that is crazy at times, cooking, cleaning, baking, growing in my relationship with Christ through service, Bible study, etc., being intentional in my marriage to continue to grow closer to my husband, and the list goes on and on.
I concluded in the end that being able to stay at home is like everyday being a weekend, but the reality is that it's not.
One day she'll understand.
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