We’re almost a month into the school year and I feel as though all I did was blink. Could we really be approaching the end of September? The weeks are rolling by like the fields and forests on a cross-country road-trip, you know you are passing through but you basically only get a glimpse.
I wish it would slow down.
I wish I could slow down.
The reality is we really are only living—day in and day out, there seems to be so so much happening and yet we’re just doing the same thing over and over. Aside from being unsually busy at work, our days are filled with the comfortable rhythmns of a normal routine. I wake at 5:15, drop the kids at child care by 6:15, and I’m sitting at my desk by 7:00, sometimes earlier if my dad takes the boys for me. I dive into my work and hardly come up for a breath of fresh air until it’s time to make the return trip and start the evening routine of dinner, play, lunches to be made, tidying to be done and then maybe an hour or two to sit, read, watch tv.
The free time I crave has been in short supply over the past few weeks, and I don’t imagine it will get any better, particularly with the holiday season around the corner. As the boys grow and mature I can feel a new fervour coming over our lives and soon our schedules will be entirely theirs, our evenings no longer our own to direct. The boys are young, only five and two and a half and for now we have few extra-curricular activities, in fact only swimming lessons which are non-negotiable. As the pace of life has sped up this September and begun to blur along the edges, I wonder how I’ll ever manage when our evenings begin to be consumed with the comings and goings of two busy boys.
This is the part of parenthood I struggle with—the busyness, the constant activity, the scarcity of downtime no matter how hard I work to protect it. It’s not so much that I need quiet as I need time to just sit, read, write and reflect.
I want to raise children who appreciate the value of rest, who are comfortable with large chunks of downtime to just be together. So how to do that when life, even at its most bare and essential is so busy and committed?