i often feel guilty…about everything. i feel guilty about my passion for decorating and making things. about a mom’s night out. about letting my kids play this morning, rather than starting school. why? why do we, as mom’s, allow ourselves to feel so guilty. i’m done. my home is a canvas for me. my sewing machine…my paintbrush. it’s where i work, it’s where i play, it’s where i educate my children. i’m realizing that this is where they will also learn to cook, sew, decorate and become women who love God. this morning i woke before everyone else (a rarity that, again, i often felt guilty about), had a cup of tea and read Prov.19:11. i also perused some decorating magazines…which is where my guilty feeling started. i made the girls pancakes. they went to make their beds and brush their teeth before we “started school.” they stayed in their room and played barbie’s…going on now almost 2 hours. who am i to stop siblings getting along perfectly in their imaginative play. should i stop them and yell that “school is starting?” no, i will not. we will be “doing” school this afternoon…after a trip to the post office to ship my last apron. so, no more guilt.
as i sit here drinking my second cup of tea and listening to john mayer, i remember why i started this blog. i just wanted a creative outlet, but i’ve gained so much more from all you other bloggies out there. thank you. well barbie is about to be mutilated or maybe it’s a sibling…i hear crying. it was nice while it lasted.