No, I’m not talking about Santa Claus, though that fella is everywhere this season. In just a few short days (one week, to be precise), I’ll be leaving the “working world” and entering my own little domestic sphere. What I’ll be doing as a stay-at-home-mom is yet to be determined, but I’ve got lists and lists of things I’d like to accomplish.
Knit, teach Jonathan how to clap, sew, take the Wiggle swinging, run for the first time in way too long, create, learn how to make tortillas, keep my house oh-so-much cleaner, read good books, write novels in my journal, sell things on Etsy, learn common Chinese characters, memorize scripture, have long phone and face-t0-face conversations with wonderful women…and on, and on, and on.
I’m really good at dreaming up ways to keep myself busy. They’re usually pretty good ways, but sometimes I lose sight of what’s realistic and what is plain old fantasy. My picture of a work-at-home-mom is colored by inexperience. January will probably prove to be a month of trial and error, high highs and low lows that will all provide incredible instruction for this new at-homer. I’ve been able to glean bits of wisdom from other moms about not expecting too much so that my heart isn’t broken when my expectations aren’t met.
Probably they’re right in warning me not to expect my home to always be clean and to have learned Chinese by June. The best advice I’ve been given is not to ignore those things listed above–they are good things–but to be focused on and driven by the things which are of prime importance.
Be devoted to the Word of God.
Love my husband.
Raise my son in the fear of the Lord.
If my heart is fixed on these things, then I will bring glory to God, honor to my husband and lovingkindness to my son. Is this not better than homemade tortillas and getting in shape?