Yesterday was a LONG day. Started off on the wrong foot when I couldn’t find an open classroom in which to teach my 9 am Comp class. Ended with me writing this post at midnight. Somewhere in between I managed to get a lot done, including cleaning my house. I’m amazed at my efficiency, especially given London’s unusually sensitive temperament and general clingy-ness—totally out of the ordinary for my independent, pleasant kid.
She spent the day following me around complaining about things:
I want soup. Soup too hot. Need more soup.
My castle. I play castle. Oh no! No horse! No horse! I sad. No castle.
I hungry. I eat snacks. No crackers… No juice… No.
I take bath. I wet. I wet, Mommy. I need towel. I wet.
I sleep, Mommy. No. No sleep, Mommy. I happy! I happy! No sleep.
Six months ago I couldn’t wait for my daughter to talk. Now? Hmmm…
Anyway, while I cleaned the library, trying to convince London to let go of my leg and let me dust the coffee table, she looked up at me and said, accusingly, “You too busy, Mommy.”
Right at that moment I wanted to put down the Windex, pick her up, and not be busy ever again… But company was coming and I had a puke stain to get out of the carpet.
When I think busy, I think Martha. And I don’t want to be Martha, running around anxious and distracted from what matters. I don’t ever want to be “too busy” for my kids or for God or for Justin.
Still, busy isn’t always bad. I honestly thought it was until I looked it up in the Bible. To my surprise, being busy is almost always described as a good thing.
For example, Titus 2:4-5:
"Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.”
A few years ago I might have bristled at this verse. Today, I want to give it a hug.
See London?! I’m doing something good.