note to self
November 9, 2014 § 2 Comments
There are unexceptional moments of clarity when little truths feel monumental. So often the noise of each day’s demands drown out the universal whispers and I scurry after goals, mindless of my direction in the frenzy of effort. This week was no less busy, but my movements were more specific and this greater consciousness created quiet enough to hear those whispers.
As soon as I realized my daughter’s sick day symptoms were a precursor to a longer inconvenience, I pared down our week from lofty to less; prioritizing everything by necessity. The days were itemized by need and need not, could and could not.
Once I knew what was possible, I aligned new goals with my husband’s available hours. It is a dance of parenthood I do not celebrate often enough. We maintain an equal and intentional balance between both children and home, but this week my husband assumed new errands at the end of long days; supplementing what I could not do with what he could.
At the moment we realized we could not possibly both attend an important meeting with one child sick, I did the thing I struggle with the most and asked for help. So often I privately praise my husband and myself for managing our home and children without extended family, but in this moment asking for help was a much needed reassurance of community and exercise in humility.
How do I so easily overlook the balance that comes from inviting and accepting the kindness of those who care? Before my daughter heals and we return to a noisier rhythm of routine, I want to keep these whispers weighted in form to better remember that moments of vulnerability invite a strength we cannot fortify in solitude. It takes a village.
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