I’m glad for the good times and the homemaking skills, the little songs she sang us, the silliness and the ethics. Her years of patience.
I have become an inadvertent homeschooler overnight, which is both an ego boost and a death wish. Help me with some ideas?
Don’t give up too quickly: on your children, on yourself, or on those “other moms” who don’t get it, or don’t talk about it.
“Let it be said I did it as well as I could and learned to wring joy out of every day in the midst of the glaring ordinary.”
No matter what we do, we will always know someone who does it bigger or braver. Certainly if we had known it would burn like fire, we would have stepped away from the hellish abyss.
I think of this when the moms-who-are-done-with-the-busy-stage look back and sigh, and say, “I wish I had let the housekeeping go. Just enjoy them…”