We had an ordinary day today. Nothing particularly important happened. We didn’t go anywhere or do anything exciting. No one learned any new skill or words today. It was just ordinary.
We spent the day fixing meals and cleaning up after ourselves. We did some laundry and read some books. We watched a little TV and danced a bit. We played with our baby dolls and took a long afternoon nap. We laughed and somebody cried and we greeted Daddee when he came home from work. Nothing exciting - just ordinary.
But there was something magical about our ordinary day. There was a sweetness to it, a simpleness. It was relaxing and uncomplicated. There wasn’t any rushing. It was a busy but easy day.
I know there are some who would look at our simple life and see it as boring. They think we don’t get out of the house enough. That we must be lonely. That my children need more “socialization” and interaction with the world. But they don’t see the magic.
We spend time together as a family. My children are best friends. They play together instead of being separated for the majority of their days. They keep me busy and challenge me daily. I am only lonely when they “go visit” their grandparents for the day and I am here working in the quiet. I have the great privilege of being here for all the little things – the ordinary things. And that is the magical part. Their childhood memories will be filled with their home, their yard, and their siblings. They will have memories of trips to the grocery store or park with mommy or meeting Daddee for lunch.
These days will be gone soon enough. So, for now, we will enjoy our ordinary days.
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