Stealing Time

I feel like one of my main goals throughout my days is to steal as much time between diaper changes, nursings, picture book reading, and mr. potatohead sessions in which to "get things done."

You know, real grown-up things like washing the dishes, making dinner, bills, laundry, tidying up, checking email...blah blah blah.

Some days I get down-right frustrated about the piles that go untouched. The main pressure lies in the fact that I often tend to see those things as more important than all that the two little people demanding my attention entail.

It is a real task of mothering to find a balance between the two; to walk the tightrope of meeting the pressing needs of my children and my needs for order and completing other housekeeping duties. This is one bridge I didn't forsee crossing.

I think the real lesson for me lies in something Aaron's mom told me when Basil was born....they won't be little forever. Man, do I need to plaster this on my walls...to help me savor these gifts I have been given. So sad I need reminding.

I need to slow down and leave time alone or it will end up stealing far more significant things from me.