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.
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.
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