Monday, April 26, 2010


For me, Mondays are usually about returning things to order after the weekend. I pull my to-do list back out and start adding to it and I stomp around my house, feeling put upon that the sink I scoured on Friday is encrusted with toothpaste and other...stuff (who knows) again. It's my job as a stay-at-home mom but sometimes I struggle with my attitude.

Today I am going to count all the ways I show the enormous love I have for my family through small acts of service--the lunches I make and the laundry I fold and the couch cushions I reupholster (don't ask.) Instead of resenting the time it takes to make a bed or wash a pan or go to the grocery store, I'm going to savor that time as a physical manifestation of the love I feel. I am going to mindfully concentrate on the mundane tasks I do as actual acts of love. You know how the saying goes about there being no small roles in acting, only small actors? Maybe, there are no small acts of love either.

1 comment:

  1. This was one of the things I hated most about getting overloaded in life. When my daughter first started school I loved making her lunch and putting little treats or notes into her lunch box. I got up early and made lunch for my husband to take to work as well, or sometimes brought it to him in the middle of the day, and I always felt like I was packing up love in little plastic containers as I did it. But when I got sick and the people I was doing for multiplied in number and needs it turned into something I had to get through, and I really felt the loss of the joy in that. Resenting it didn't make it any faster or easier--probably quite the opposite.