It's oh-so-hard-to do-- and oh-so-easy a little pit of self-pity in which to wallow.
Creating with children is wonderful-- magical sometimes. But it is not the same personal place as creating on your own. The sense of time out of time--- flow, I think it's called-- that comes in the middle of writing a poem, creating and seeing a design to completion, digging in the earth-- is very different from facilitating creativity in children.
John Harper sorting laundry
I fall victim-- more often than I should-- to the plauge of waiting. Waiting for the children to fall asleep so that I can get to work. Waiting for the children to be older so that they don't need me so much. Waiting for--- well, there's always something.
Sometimes I'm so consumed with waiting that I forget that life is happening-- right now. And I need a gentle reminder to just stop. To work on perfecting the here and now. To live.
And these are excellent words to live by.
Excerpted from the words of Pamela Redmond Satran.
Every woman should know...
How to fall in love without losing herself.
How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
When to try harder...and when to walk away.
That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
That her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over.
What she would and wouldn't do for love.
How to live alone...even if she doesn't like it.
Whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally.
Where to go when her soul needs soothing; be it to her best friend's kitchen table, or a charming Inn in the woods.
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...a month...a year.
A reminder to me-- and you-- to slow down.