There have been some recent adjustments to our routine and we’re trying to stay upbeat, learning to dance to a different rhythm and beat: new kind of routine so to speak.
When life is busy and in transition, it’s so easy to think achieving states of quiet and rest during the day is like chasing an illusive dream in a bustling household with bursting needs: there’s always some request, laundry piles and dishes to wash, hunger to satisfy, disagreements to mediate, hearts to reassure, hugs to smother on damp, tear-stained cheeks.
Serenity lies only in the promise of a faraway future when the kids “grow up” or buried in the ideals of a hidden getaway on some remote paradise island.
The truth though, couldn’t be further. I’ve come to realise and understand that quiet and restfulness belongs first as a state in our hearts. We can be quiet and restful in our spirit when we choose not to be alarmed or frustrated when a spill occurs on the carpet, or when we have to repeat a request for the Nth time or when a tantrum kicks loose on a tired child. We can allow peace to dwell in our hearts in daily doses at the start of the day, with top ups of joy, thankfulness, gratitude, embracing the present and the presents (hugs, kisses, learning moments) that come our way. In doing so, we embrace who we are and what we are as a family in our season of life: messiness, warts, unfolded clothes and all. It won’t come our way again.