It's been a month of decision making. Big decisions and little ones, too. Deciding to buy a new mattress (totally wish this decision had happened sooner), deciding to replace our crappy old stove (which also resulted in replacing our kitchen bench top), finally deciding on the colours for Hugo's quilt (and accepting it won't be ready for his first birthday) and deciding which school is going to be best for our little Oliver. All this decision making, in addition to the craziness of day to day life, the nervous energy that seems to keep the balls in the air, a trip to Mount Tamborine, a sweet mothers' day and a 10 month birthday for the littlest boy in the house. And I'm not sure I've captured even half of what's happened this month.
When I write it down, when I think about it for a second, it's with a stillness I rarely feel these days. My mind is awash with Things To Do, be they child related, house related, work related. There's always something I can be doing, and I'm not one to sit still (not until after my children are sleeping, anyway) so unless I'm doing one of those Things, I can't relax. But I've come to realise, it's the projects, the doing things, the lists, the organising that keeps me sane. Keeps me focussed. Sure, every now and then all this doing takes me away from a moment I should be savouring with my husband, my kids, myself even, but it's not that often I feel like I'm missing out (or that they are for that matter), I quite often feel it's my job to keep these things happening, to keep oiling the machine that is our family life. It's a conscious decision I make. I could pretend to be one of those people that lives in the moment, claims letting the housework slide in favour of doing nothing with the kids is the magnanimous thing to do, but I'm not. I don't see the sense in letting my kids see a me that's not real. I do stuff, I keep life organised, I read endless stories, let them take day time naps in my arms, take the trips to the park when I really don't feel like it and let them boss me around with a list of things I must make out of Lego. But all that stuff's only really enjoyable because there's the mundane stuff that has to be done too, don't you think? The hard work (it's not that hard really), without it the other stuff would just be the every day, and so I guess striking a balance is what's important. Important because I want my sons to know the play, the quality time, the silliness is all good fun, but working at something, making a conscious decision to do something to the best of your ability, that's important too. They need to see mum doing stuff they're going to need to learn to do themselves one day, be it working, keeping house, playing with their own children, except with any luck they'll do it a little less maniacally, and a whole lot better. It's all I hope for, I guess, that our children will grow up to be better than us. They already are.