Listening to: Crickets. Silence, blessed silence, after the girls are finally asleep.
Clothing myself in: A comfy sundress.
Talking with my children about these books: Summertime in the Big Woods. I love the beginner Little House books, with their beautiful illustrations and early introduction to the Ingalls family. And many of the things Laura does in this book, are like my daughter’s own summer. Like helping in the garden and collecting eggs from the chickens.
In my own reading: I am trying and trying to finish “My Antonia,” my reading challenge book of the month. But its been tough finding/making the time, and not being too tired at night. I’m also being blessed by my “33 Days to Morning Glory” reading for my reconsecration on September 8. My prayer life has severely suffered this summer, and this is a wonderful way to “restart” my devotions.
Thinking and thinking: About how I can fully entrust my life to the Blessed Mother, especially by asking her to “lend me her heart.” About having a home of my own, not renting. About how hard this summer was, and ways to keep life, and future summers, from being so stressful and crazy. About seeing the tender care of Mother Mary in every aspect of my life, especially where things have been difficult. About how to get Theresa to sleep through the night. I think she finally needs/ is ready to wean, and this may make it easier.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
― C.S. Lewis,
Carefully cultivating rhythm: One of the biggest challenges of this summer was the lack of rhythm, schedule, predictability. I am thoughtfully trying to establish a reasonable and flexible, yet predictable, schedule for this fall. My husband has returned to school (he’s a teacher) and I’m slowly trying to establish the schedule.
Creating by hand: I had hoped to sew a little this summer, but it never happened. I did create a lovely birthday poster for Theresa, which is a tradition I started with Gracie. I’ve also been clipping my abundant flowers and creating colorful bouquets.
Learning lessons in: The need for grace. The need for rhythm, a schedule, a certain degree of predictability for myself and my family. The need for our own house, our very own home.
Encouraging learning in: Gracie is anxious to start “school” (pre-school coop) and I’m trying to point out moments for learning every day. We’ve been looking at the map of the U.S., seeing where family lives, and trying to read together more.
Keeping house: Another monumental struggle. Between the demands of the girls and my own exhaustion, cleaning that needs to be done is taking a long time, and just keeping the kitchen clean is hard. I really need to see about having my mother’s helpers over…
To be fit and happy: I feel too hot and tired to exercise, but doing something would probably help. Need to think about that… Trying not to push myself too hard when I get tired, and to spend time outside with the girls, when they are whiny and needy.
Loving the moments: When the girls are happy and want to play, read, snuggle. Being outside in the glorious, cooler weather. Listening to the choir at the college chapel, now that school has started again.
Planning for the week ahead: Hoping to create and maintain some order in my house. Adjusting to life with Bobby back at work. Praying for patience and energy.