October has ever been my favorite month of the year.
So many of my childhood memories center around this season. It’s impossible for the crisp, short days not to usher in an ethereal feeling for me. A longing to cultivate beauty in my home, to be enthralled by the blessings of God through nature.
I find myself longing to recreate that connection with the season for my own children. I want to create memories with and for them, beyond the yearly trips to the pumpkin patch. What will they remember about their childhood? About this season?
Honestly, creativity is a bit lacking in my life right now. Between pregnancy, a slow postpartum recovery, and a whirl wind summer, the past twelve months have been more or less a season of survival. I find myself jumping from one “thing” to the next, hardly realizing the pages of the calendar are blowing away faster than I can savor the blur of busy days and sleepless nights.
A sweet comment from a reader on a recent post, Homeschooling At Our House, lifted my spirits today and helped me keep my priorities straight:
Give yourself grace… I have come to find that God’s time table is not mine, but His is better. So my advice to you, just breathe in those baby scents, watch those precious older children learn about babies and the blessings that come with siblings, and enjoy this time.
I can’t tell you how much this sweet lady’s words blessed me! How much I really, really needed another mama to say, Relax. And enjoy.
Today, like most days, I feel the enormity of my “to do” list weighing heavily on me. Housework, homeschooling, meals, church obligations, an upcoming trip to plan for, emails to read and respond to, writing projects and blog projects.
I never feel like there are enough hours in my day to do it all.
And maybe I don’t have to do it all. Maybe the savoring is just as important as the doing.
As this season welcomes us once again with its vibrant embrace, I am abandoning myself to it’s beauty. More importantly, though, I’m choosing to embrace this season of motherhood with purpose, with joy, with quietness.
I’m asking the Lord to help me enjoy more and, yes, as strange as it may seem, to do less. Expect less. Of myself, of my children, of my home, of this blog.
This autumn season comes but once-a-year.
But this season of my children’s childhood? Once. In a life time.
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