If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty.
~Japanese Proverb

You see, I thrive on schedule and routine. My husband knows that whenever a major change occurs in our lives, lists and labels will be popping up all over the house. I like structure. I am the person who gets excited over the plethora of organization articles that come out each January. I love opening a new planner with its clean pages. I get a twinge of joy when I color in a checkbox on my to-do list. Perhaps that is why Project Management is such a great fit for me.
Now don't get me wrong... I don't let schedules rule my life. I will decide at times to throw them out the window. But I need them as a starting framework, even if I consciously choose to ignore them.
But here comes a day like today. Due to the weekend snow, schools are closed and businesses are delayed. The road outside my house is a sheet of thick ice. My employer is encouraging people to work from home if they can. So, I am working from home. That sounds glorious... calling into meetings all while wearing a pair of yoga pants, curling up in a comfy chair with my laptop, having access to my own tea stash all day. However, there is a complication. I am also home with a 2-year-old and her bad cold, a 4-month-old infant, and a husband with a fever. I found myself desperately working on a presentation for a 4pm meeting while a little girl begged to be read a story. I ran around like a maniac trying to get everyone fed before hiding in the bedroom for a 30 minute teleconference. I muttered under my breath when the company network kept kicking me out. I tried to entertain my son with a rattle while typing an email. I popped in Tinker Bell in a desperate attempt to distract my daughter and felt guilty the whole time. All in all, I felt like I was going a thousand directions at once and didn't know what to do next.
Then there was this moment. I had just restarted our wireless router so I could send out an email and was washing some dishes while I waited. My daughter had just been put back in bed for the third time in an attempt to get her to nap. I knew my son was about to wake up in his swing and want to be fed and I was crossing my fngers that he would give me 5 more minutes. My husband was curled up asleep in his recliner. And the brownies on the table were calling my name, even though I knew I wasn't hungry.
As I unloaded the dishwasher, my head said "I'm not enough." And then it hit me... I'm not enough, and that is okay. I don't have to live up to any perfect picture in my mind. It's okay to have a hectic day. In the end, my worth isn't determined by any of those roles. You see, I am loved. I am loved as a child of God. There is nothing I did to deserve it. And there is nothing I can do to deserve it. It's just a fact. A simple fact. A beautiful, simple fact. And in those moments when I feel like I'm not doing any role well, I just have to remember that it is okay. I am okay. I am loved.
So now, when I have to stop writing an email because my baby needs a diaper change, it's okay. And if I tell my daughter to wait a few minutes, it's okay. And if I don't get everything done for work today, it's okay. I can catch up tomorrow. Today may not run by its regular schedule. I may have to be flexible and jump between roles. Today, employee-mommy-wife responsibilities may keep colliding into one another. And that is okay. All I can do is do my best at each moment... and just keep reminding myself that I am loved.
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1 comment:
Please teach me how to be more organized! Not being organized is my weakness! It is a true gift, and I don't have it, but wish for it every day ;-)
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