The main reason I am so often quiet on this blog is because I read so many other good, information-filled blogs that I don’t think I have much to offer. I mean, who wants to read about a mother’s rambling of the mundane workings of a family? When I compare myself to other’s content, I always fall short.
However, I have begun to see that this is my blog. For my own purpose, to have a place to record the happenings of our family. I’m not necessarily writing for other people’s benefit. ~ although I certainly do enjoy it when people comment on a post! ~ I’m writing for my own and to have the possibility of looking back to see a bit of our life. I don’t have knock-your-socks off tutorials, fabulous pictures, and amazing ideas to share. I am simply a woman of God, a mother to 7 (going to be 8!) children, who home schools, owns a catering business with her husband, who is obsessed with loves quilting/sewing/crafting, and who has real struggles/failures like everyone else.
So I am striving to do that. To write often, even when it seems like I have nothing to share. Nothing worth writing about.
It’s Saturday, and looking back on this week, I can see that it was a good one. It’s not quiet 10:30 am and the house is clean. The laundry itn’t done, but when you do over 22 loads a week, it never is. Not really.
The most outstanding thing about this week, that stands out more distinctly than other weeks, it we did school every day. Goodness, that sounds awful, doesn’t it? Here it is, at the end of January and doing school all week, everyday, the full load of school each day,… is something I’m excited about it.
But it is. It is something I am grateful for. That I did right by my children and I was strong and scheduled for them. I wasn’t slacking or being a slacker. I choose to use my time wisely and get school done before I get on this computer, to write and to read. Before I sit at my desk and begin to lose myself in sewing. I chose to reserve these two things until the afternoon, when all school was done and the children (and I!) had free time.
I chose the right thing this week and my children were the better for it.
Of course, this is not a finished work. It will never be, It will always be a “work in progress” But at the end of the week, to me, this the greatest “finish it up” that I could do, far greater than any crafting project I could accomplish.