her heart just wasn’t in it…
“mrs. wilcox did her best with algebra, but her heart just wasn’t in it…”
that’s me these days…i am mrs. wilcox.
my heart is not feelin’ the algebra…
in fact my heart is not “in” a lot of things.
newsflash: my children are driving me nuts. they don’t wanna listen. they don’t wanna do school. they bicker. bicker. bicker. they don’t wanna pray. my house is constantly messy and noisy. i am constantly grading papers and tidying messes.
and it all makes me not wanna be the mama.
it makes me wanna run far. far. away. take a three hour nap. read a pile of good literature and have someone bring me copious amounts of coffee and delicious foods…possibly for days…
“without the suffering Mary, mothers who feel the sting of sorrow over their children would have lacked a model. mothers should not forget the trials and loneliness of this Mother during the public life of her Son, her anguish on Calvary, and those long years after the Ascension in which she waited to join Him in heaven. suffering and anguish will surely come to Catholic mothers because of their sons. let mothers look to and pray to the Mother of Sorrows, the Queen of the Afflicted.”
her heart was in it.
and so every. single. morning. i start my day with: i believe….
it’s like my own little magnificat. my weak little soul’s way of magnifying the Lord…
and then the good things shift into focus: a little stamp collection started by the baby, with some help from sissy. a kitty in the kitchen. a successful fractions lesson with scones.
successful pumpkin spice scones that taste so very sweet and yummy!
that nature walk the other day with the baby and my dad. we looked at trees and leaves. my dad’s eyes were as blue as the fall sky. and the baby’s hair had a golden red glow like mine!
oh, yes. i’ve missed this space. i miss documenting my life.
not for readership sake. but because every life is a story and i want my kids to know what our story was someday….
for better and for worse.
i really aim to keep up more often. it’s been too long.
i think my heart just might be in it again…..