My to-do list is full. What about yours? Laundry, grocery shopping, finish sorting and re-organizing the girl’s closets. Add my closet to the list. Plan a rough summer schedule. Don’t forget standing appointments; get the girls haircuts, and a couple play dates. Of course, the cleaning still needs to get done. And cooking. Then I hear a sweet little voice.
“Mommie, can you come play princess with us?” “Sweetheart, let me get this load of laundry out and start dinner. Then I’ll come in.” A few silent seconds go by. Then I hear a disheartened, “Ok.” My heart sinks.
Then I get a little peeved. I have so much to do. I mean, really. I’m not being obsessive-compulsive about the house. At least I don’t think so. The kids have to be fed. And someone has to do the laundry. Mommies, we have a lot on our plate!
If I’m honest with myself, sometimes spending time with the girls feels like something I have to check off my list. Ugh. I hate that. I really hope they don’t notice. Double Ugh.
When my husband spends time with the girls, they laugh and have a ball. I have to ask myself, “How often do I laugh with my kids? Why don’t I laugh with them?” James often works long hours. Many times he comes home after the girls are asleep. He treasures his time with the girls because it’s limited.
Sure, he has things to do at home too. He takes care of our finances, insurance, etc. The lawn is also his domain. Not that he loves it. It’s not fun for him, just a responsibility that he willingly takes on. But he’s clear that first things come first. The girls come before the lawn.
I love to watch them play. He’s such a great dad. They laugh, and I mean belly laugh, when they’re together. The girls always ask for Daddy dates. How that makes my heart soar. Why, because he makes it a point to enjoy them.
When I step back and think about it, I want that too. I want to enjoy my kids. I don’t want to be consumed with my to-do list. They are not one of my chores. They are precious treasures the Lord has allowed me to shepherd for a few short years. Truth be told, my time with them is limited as well.
It’s just a decision I have to make. It’s time to enjoy my kids. That doesn’t mean I stop cooking or doing the laundry. But maybe we have leftovers or sandwiches because we were playing princess and I forgot about the time. Or maybe the laundry can wait to be folded until they go to bed so we can talk a walk, go on a scavenger hunt or read together. If I’m going to live by my priorities, if first things really do come first, it’s time to enjoy my kids. Sorry if there are too many weeds in my yard.
Mommie Commandment #6
You Shall Enjoy Your Children