I'm sure you could tell by my recent post that I have been working through what I've come to call a "mothering slump" in recent weeks and months. Too true. It has been hard, slogging through the day, feeling like all I do is break up ugly fights and scold young boys.
But then, like the clearing of a summer storm, everything has gotten better in a matter of days. It seems like everything has worked together in conjunction to refresh my weary spirit.
I went to a friend's house last Friday, someone I really connect with, and hashed through life for seven hours. Seven hours! And we still didn't cover everything. So many of my thoughts have very little outlet at this point in life - it was extremely cathartic to talk and talk and talk and talk.
The first term at our little homeschool ended, switching out books, poet, artist, and memory work. Out with the old: The Princess and the Goblin, The Story of Marco Polo, Emily Dickinson, and Norman Rockwell. In with the new: The Jungle Book, Langston Hughes, Carl Larsson, and our new poem The First Snowfall. I am absolutely reinvigorated by our new material.
Another recent change is in our daily schedule. Blaine just started going to and from work an hour earlier each day. He is very pleased getting home at 4:30 PM with more sunlight in his day and doesn't mind getting up an hour earlier. On our end, we are enjoying having him home earlier in the afternoon. Additionally, in conjunction with the baby sleeping in until almost 8:00 AM (very, very new), it also has allowed me and hour or so in the morning in complete silence and solitude. Bliss.
Thinking about it, that is perhaps the biggest factor in my recent buoyancy: morning solitude. I have had it in the past, but not since the birth of baby #4 in May 2014. A year and a half. It has been rough. I have been biding my time, trying to stay optimistic that it will return, but have felt wearier as time wears on.
I am cautiously optimistic, hoping it sticks and won't turn out to be just a short-term anomaly. I have felt a significant difference in my energy levels and attitude throughout the entire day. Significant. That time worth its weight in gold.
To top it all off, the three older boys have broken through the spiraling fights for the time being and have been playing together peacefully, enmeshed in a world of make-believe that keeps them inspired and happy. Today they were playing house under the stairs; yesterday, it was something akin to "army camp". What sweetness there is when peace ripples throughout the house.
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