especially when they are with people you love!!!!!
and that pretty much explains my absence in this space.
the mama-child connection is something my children don’t seem to get enough of. regardless of age. in fact i think they need me more now than ever: with jobs and bank accounts come so many decisions and things to do!
then there are senior happenings with the biggest girl. she chose me to take her senior pics….and well, that means we were off finding fields of flowers to pose in….and then me wanting some sister shots…of sister kisses.
and faith connections…
did i mention that the baby made his First Holy Communion? on mother’s day.
that smile says it all, doesn’t it?
he has been waiting for Our Lord a long, long while.
and when it was over i breathed a big sigh of relief…took a few days off.
and here it is. already the end of another week.
and i realized that i so missed my connections here.
which have been difficult to maintain due to a nasty virus on my home computer.
making everything online just that much harder to accomplish.
i think i may’ve gotten lazy during lent.
when i stayed away to purge the noise. and the whispers of incompetence at all the ways in which my life is boring. mundane and ordinary.
no projects to shine forth…no garden glory. no books or knitting.
just “glittering desolation from the starry pinnacle of the commonplace” to use some of dear chesterton’s words.
yes, that’s where i’ve been. at that place where busy-ness meets boring.
and i realized just how so this afternoon. as i lay on my bed. taking one. long. momentous. pause.
with the toilet running and 4 flies buzzing around the kitchen(no doubt invited in by someone leaving the door wide open!) and i thought selfishly to my selfish self: is this it?
that coupled with the fact that i had been NOT cooking a roast for 2 hours because the crock pot wasn’t PLUGGED in!!! just might’ve been enough to send me over the edge of said starry pinnacle.
no connection there!
between crock pot and plug.
and yes, this is my life.
one mad adventure.
i am thinking too much….it happens when i read chesterton.
does he have that affect on you too?
i allowed myself some fun reading for easter and plowed my way through the man who was thursday.
i was deeply confused and disappointed with the ending. i felt very similar to the night i watched the LOST finale.
“you think too much, mom.” my girl told me.
“sometimes you need to just read.”
she’s only 11!!!
and already a sage!
happy reading friends!
if you made it to the end of this post then God love you!
i will be back. sooner than later.
that is if my pride will allow me to publish such utter nonsense twice in a row!
ps. i’ve got my paws on mere christianity now so watch out!