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.
(Halloween night…we love halloween…our hayride & chili!)
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.
Thank you for that. I as a mom often beat myself up too. But I need to step back and remind myself that I”m a good mom and it’s just a lie from the devil. 🙂 Bless you today.
I think you are inside my head! We think alike, enjoy the same things, and even have guilt about the same things. LOL We would probably be very good friends if you lived around here. 🙂
I sort like the impromptu days where school takes the back burner to those precious God-ordained moments. Where our kids get to live out all the stuff we have been hoping to teach them!This post was a great reminder that being intentional doesn’t always mean ringing the school bell…Thanks 🙂
My kids are all grown, some with kids of their own. Somehow they survived me being their mom and, surprisingly, flourished. Now they come home and say things like, remember that day we made pancakes and you took us to school late, or you took me out of school and we had lunch and it was just me and you? They don’t remember that every other day they went to school on time and did the things that they were supposed to do. I say make some memories, have some fun, enjoy the moment. Cause that’s what your kids will remember too. It goes by fast, wait and see. Mimi
I was home schooled from 4th grade till I graduated. There was nothing better then the days when we had other things to do and we could “do school” that afternoon. Or my fav would be when I would “double up” on my work and have the next day. Being home schooled was GREAT! I would not have wanted it any other way.
I struggle with guilt as well – I just don’t want to screw my kids up. Thanks for the post.
I think all mom’s are hard on themselves. We’re our own worst critic. I used to think it was only me that felt that way but have learned that most women feel this way. Your kids will be okay if school starts a little late. I admire you for being able to home school them. I couldn’t have pulled that off at all, I just don’t have the patience to teach my own kids scholastic things. I can teach them other things that are important but not school things, maybe I just don’t know enough to teach that, LOL!
You have inspired me through this post and you go girl. We all need to be better at this and we will be better women of God when we leave it behind. Thanks so much.
I'll join you in that 2nd cup of coffee! Enjoying the simple, sweet, little moments – using your talents, loving your family, being a keeper of your home – sounds pretty wonderful to me! (no guilt!) I love this post! These are the days your kids will remember & look back on fondly.