Tuesday, October 20, 2009


In my moms group on Wednesdays, we've been reading a book," A Mothers Heart", and I find I am most challenged on issues of how I spend my time. What makes up a good day for me? Is it good when my husband walks in the door and dinner is ready, the house is clean and laundry done? Or perhaps, I've chosen to bake yummy treats to share with friends, or taken someone a meal? Or is it simply that I've achieved a checkmark on my list of things to do...it's not. The truly happy days...the truly good days...the wonderfully GREAT days are days when the house is a mess- I have not showered and supper is nowhere near ready; but I have sat with my son and looked out the window...gone for a walk, read tons of books and imagined together...
Now is the time to get things done...
wade in the water,
sit in the sun,
squish my toes
in the mud by the door,
explore the world in a boy just four.
Now is the time to study books,
how a cloud looks;
to ponder "up"
where God sleeps nights,
why mosquitoes take such big bites.
Later there'll be time
to sew and clean,
paint the hall
that soft new green,
to make new drapes,
refinish the floor--
Later on...when he's not just four.
Irene Foster, "Time is of the Essence"