Sometimes life is so mundane as to be not-so-interesting-to-read-for-folks-who-don't-really-know-me. This is one of those days. Not much going on, but plain living. Got up a bit later than usual since oldest daughter had her turn with getting up with the dogs and chickens. I love that. Every other day I have off from getting up at dawn. Not sure how this'll fly, however, when we turn back the clocks on Saturday night. Those chickens will be making racket at 6am and not 7am, I do believe.
Tidied up the kitchen, then saw fourth son working on his laptop. He's having to cram some Algebra, etc. for the re-do of the Guard test. I sat down with him for about an hour going over things. Click. He began to remember what he'd learned several years ago. Just needed a refresher course.
Then math with the others. Not my strong suit, but it's do-able. We're word people, rather than number crunchers, so for me it's a bit of a stretch sometimes.
And after I think on what fills my days, I realize my job is so necessary. My husband would shake his head at me even saying that. Not always personally satisfying, since I'd like to be creating art around the house (painting and drawing), but it's what I do. I used to have a friend online who quoted someone who said her children would be her story. She'd never write the novel of the decade, but her babies would be her legend. Now, I'm not quite sure how legendary our children will be, but I have given it my best. And while that could be brought into question, considering how scattered I sometimes feel---I have few regrets.
That wasn't meant to sound cryptic, but it sort of did. Not intentional. Just cutting to the chase. Life is most often all about those around me and not me. I can deal with that. It's as it should be. Hopefully the Lord being mirrored in my life will reflect positively on our children. That's my prayer.
