It’s not just that I have too many balls in the air, it’s that it feels more like I’m juggling eggs. Juggling eggs that at any point I may miss catching.
One, or two or three, could fall from the air at any moment and leave me with another mess to deal with on top of the piles of laundry, the never-ending dishes, crumbs and dust, and the towers of papers on any given day.
The eggs are all labeled, there must be at least a dozen up there: carpool, doctors appointments, manage a fundraiser, check homework, write a book, supervise play rehearsal, doula work, grocery shop, teach childbirth classes, read for book clubs, read for work, read for pleasure, read emails, endless emails, more emails, sort mail, sort school papers, sort junk papers, donate clothes the kids have outgrown, purge the kids’ toys, paint the chips in the trim, buy birthday gift, go to the gym (how long has it been?), make eye doctor appointment, and the to-do eggs go on and on and on …
Yet, even when I’m feeling rushed and busy, even overwhelmed and invisible at times, I’m grateful for the things my eggs don’t say. I’m not juggling eggs that say sick child, ill parent, unemployment, bad marriage, poor health or any number of other things people all around are managing right along with their dirty clothes and dirty dishes.
Being grateful always centers me and brings me back to what’s important in life. Being grateful even helps me realize that if I should drop an egg or two now and then, it’s okay. Life will continue, most of the time no one will even know an egg cracked or shattered. So I pause, smile, breath.
Moms out there, who gets what I’m saying?
Read this Thank You Note to Moms, it’s one of my favorite and most popular posts, it’s the thank you note that all moms deserve to get!
Back to juggling eggs, but now with a new calm. Besides, I do like scrambled eggs.
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