Busyness...

Everyone is busy. I am busy. You are busy. That one over there is busy. Yup. Busy is a way of life. Lately, however, I have noticed a subtle and yet viral competition over whose busyness is more relevant or meaningful than someone else's. What a bummer! I don't know about you, but my busy is important to me. It doesn't have to be important to you. Of course I wish that you would respect that I am making the best choices I can for me and my family, but at the end of the day, your respect isn't essential to my success. I hate to sound relativistic because relativism is something that usually bothers me. In this case, however, I need to remind myself that my calling may be completely unlike your calling or his and that one over there's. At the end of the day, I serve my Father in heaven. I am accountable to him. His respect is most important to me.

So stepping away from the philosophical and into the practical... why am I so busy? I mean really... I am JUST a stay at home mom. I don't serve on any meaningful committees. I am leading a small little gardening group, but we aren't changing the world. What exactly gives me the right to say that I am busy? What exactly do I fill my day with? Why do I think that I have the right to tell people that I can't do this or that because I am otherwise occupied? Really... don't I have time for this or that? What do I do all day?

Do you really want to know? If so, I will tell you. It isn't earth shattering, but it is meaningful to me and my family.

I am not busy with committees, service groups, volunteer activities, employment and social clubs. I am not running a family taxi (yet). I am not juggling multiple schedules and managing a long list of appointments and activities. I am busy making an old fashioned life.

I call it my Laura Ingalls Wilder life. Silly maybe, but it makes me smile. I am making an utterly homemade life for me and my family.

I spend my hours pouring over books with my kids, planting seeds that may never germinate but give my toddler pleasure, nursing my baby and searching for missing puzzle pieces. I spend a huge part of every day cooking from scratch with love of food and family. I invest my intellectual energies in trying new recipes for homemade dishwasher detergent, lotion, sunscreen, deodorant and stain remover. I spend hours every week washing, hanging, sorting and folding cloth diapers, napkins, rags and other old fashioned cloth items. I spend minutes each day cleaning with homemade cleaners and elbow grease. I spend creative and physical energy tending to a garden that will stretch our pennies for miles and miles. Finally, I spend my best moments in prayer, in friendship and on family walks. It isn't a glamorous life. To an outside viewer it probably even seems trivial and selfish. To me, however, it is a faithful answer to my calling.

After years of working without ceasing, I have realized that this season in my life demands something different. Slow food, slow work, slow and mundane hours at home modeling work ethic, pride of ownership, love of God and family and character. I know that this season will not last forever. Soon enough I will be managing a family calendar that is color-coded and hyper organized. I will be a taxi driver and a classroom mom. Right now, however, I am simple house wife and stay at home mom who goes to bed physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. I am enjoying this season of life and am always grateful to God for blessing me so abundantly.