Ok, don’t judge me. I think of my creative “flow” as a bright quirky goldfish. She zips here and there and is generally all over the place.
Yesterday, I was in the “flow” big time. Journaling away. Then the kids started calling. Our daughter (names withheld to protect me..lol) that is getting her Masters was overwhelmed and anxious. She needed to be reminded that she could do it, and has done it and will continue to do it! One of our other daughters texted me to check on party times for Sunday. Our youngest daughter called to see if I would help her set up her classroom at the nonprofit where she works. My son texted me to make sure I had picked up bread and snacks. All within about an hour. My flow just flew.
Once I got home from helping with the classroom….I sat down and tried to recapture where I was in my journal. The above is all I could come up with in the thirty minutes before bed. I can’t even remember my original idea.
I’m not complaining…I’m just stating the facts. Sometimes/Most times when you have children, especially if you have as many as we do, your time is not your own. And that’s ok. I know without a doubt that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing when I’m dealing with these children. Even though some of them are technically adults…they are still my kids. Always will be. Evidently, I came into this world with a lot of Mom energy.
It’s a funny thing…there are lots of people out there who don’t really see raising kids as a life path, career, or even as work. That’s ok. But, for me, I don’t see any other way. I kind of imagine it as being a steward of potentiality. One of the kids we touch, teach, help along their way….may save this old world. And I will be behind them clapping, cheering and wiping away a tear (with a paint rag most likely).