I am worn to the bone - sleepless nights, exhaustive to-do lists during the day, and I am only one woman.
I've been fighting hard lately at this balance of work and play. When I take time to sit and be in the moment - to breathe life into my children and nurture the greatest relationships that I have to steward - I find myself needing to be somewhere else, checking something off of the list. Yet, those simple and sacred interactions of being present leave us all so very refreshed.
Then I look around at my neglected duties, and I add to the growing piles and unfinished chores. The chores that make the tomorrows that much harder because of the extras thrown on top of the already mountainous heap.
My children won't remember the house being messy, and I won't remember the sleep deprivation, but we WILL remember the times we had together, and I long for those times to be pleasant, nurturing, patient memories.
Indi won't always wake so often in the night, the little boys won't always be so destructively curious. Puberty will pass, the grunting demands of a toddler will turn to viable dialogue, and life will go on.
So, like autumn, I will let some things fall off of me, and in the appearance of barrenness, I will thank God that this nakedness is really just a time to refine my vision. Because it's when the leaves have fallen to the ground, that you can see the substance of what surrounds you a lot more clearly.
So I choose to remain grateful, I understand this is only a season, and I welcome and embrace this beautiful chaos of being stripped to bone.