Thursday, January 17, 2013
Getting things done
I have a to-do list, a to-make list, a to-read list, a to-buy list, a people-to-catch-up-with list, an emails-to-write list. Each of them is long and ambitious. Overwhelmingly so, some days. And all these things I'd love to do get pushed to the side as I get through the every day: pick toys up off the floor, again, feed Luka meals, shop for and prepare meals, wash clothes, clean, sort, tidy. It's a bit exhausting and I get frustrated at the end of the day when I haven't done more. Luka all of a sudden doesn't want to go to sleep as easily as he has been doing, so my days are now also filled with getting him to sleep, or listening him cry as he tries to resist the sleep he longs for. Poor little guy. Poor mum...
But as all these lists pile up around me, growing longer by the day and taunting me with their very being, I am learning to stop. The other day, Luka discovered a fantastic game. He sits down. Then he grabs my fingers and pulls himself up. Then he sits down and we go again. He could do it for hours and he laughs himself silly.
And that is really what is highest on each one of my lists. I sit with my little boy and be a part of his discovering, part of his living. So the rest of life gets a bit out-of-control at times. So I order takeaway instead of cooking. So what? I have enjoyed time with my son, who teaches me that discovery and joy and laughter and happiness can be found in everything. I have produced nothing in the half hour I spent playing with him on the floor. Nothing crossed off the lists. But my soul is lightened and refreshed.