I’m starting to have tiny panic attacks about Five for Five. We don’t have a button. We haven’t announced topics. When will I write? Read? Comment?
Life is so incredibly busy. Last night I slept for 10 straight hours, and while I didn’t exactly wake up tired, I’d nap today if I had the time.
I’m happy and yet I want more. My children are strong and bright and talented and funny. They have friends and activities that challenge them and keep them busy. They are curious and stubborn all at once. I want them to grow up healthy and happy. I want them to thrive.
I fear that they will grow up too fast.
I fear that I will somehow not help them enough to thrive.
Today is just another regular Tuesday. Work for me. Piano lessons for my daughter. A day at home with dad for our youngest. It’s art at school for one, PE for another. It’s an early nap for the littlest so she doesn’t have to be woken up at pick-up time for the “big” kids.
I don’t know what we’re having for dinner. I need gas in my car before I even drive home. We might all meet at the library at the end of the day. Before the unknown dinner.
The house is messy. The laundry is at once everywhere and nowhere that it needs to be. There are only 20 days left until a writing contest ends that I was hoping to enter. There are errands to do and family gatherings to prepare for. And a birthday party for my nearly 8-year-old that isn’t even scheduled yet.
How will it all get done?
It will, of course. The important things get done. The routines like movie night in PJs with buttery popcorn and snuggling under blankets. Or the adults sipping coffee together on Sunday morning while kids explore Easter baskets.
The laundry will never be done.
The house will never be clean enough.
There is always another writing contest.
But I’ll be there for Five for Five. We’ll even have a button. Eventually. And I’ll announce the topics. At some point.
Today is just another Tuesday. But it’s today. And it’s important. And I’m here. Present. Grateful.