i don't think i really play with my kids very often. sure, i read books. but i love books. that's easy. pretending to be a soldier... not as easy.
my sister and i both have quiet time in our homes every afternoon. the toddlers are shuffled into their rooms, the doors are closed, and there is (sometimes) quiet.
on a recent afternoon, we were talking as we prepared supper and she said her quiet time had been very unsuccessful. her sweet son kept coming out of his room, asking her to play with him. i laughed and said, "my kids never ask me to play with them. i don't think they know that's something mommies do."
so the next day, i was determined. i sat with both of them and sang songs (with motions, i'll have you know) AND did puppets.
for 15 minutes.
and oh i was so proud of myself. oh yes.
of course i interact with my kids all day, talking about things, going on walks, looping them in on what I am doing. but rarely getting on the floor with them and driving the trains around the track.
this laziness pervades too many areas of my life. so many women say things to me like, "i don't know how you get so much sewing and crafting done." easy. ignore your children and your household and you too can sew during the day.
so i'm setting a new course of self-discipline and dependence on my Provider. even the depending requires discipline-- eyes to see the gaping need.
(i know. i'm easing in.)
samuel said this was like land and water
i refuse to let these years slip by as i seek my own pleasure. i just can't do it. and, obviously, He has so much joy waiting for me in these little hearts before me. i'm so very selfish. He is teaching me about motherhood, friends. i'm grateful, but have much to learn. but what fabulous learning material i have:
i'm working on it.