When I woke up I already had my schedule in mind. I would have devotions, teach for 2 hours then Risen and I would play, be silly, read aloud, extend bath time, sing, write on doors using chalk, bike outide, buy Stick-O, etc. When Bryan arrived at around 3:30, the play and fun continued. At the end of his big day, I was like, why am I a happier mother today?
I suddenly realized because maybe I lived our day without thinking of anything. I did not mind not being able to do this and that. I did not get pissed having to postpone "other" things because Risen wanted to play. It dawned on me that this is the true meaning of priority. Not getting frustrated because my main concern held me back, but being able to let go of the "other things" because of who or what needs me the most.
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This season is for Risen. While Bryan is at work, our son is all mine. He thinks I am his world so I will give it to him. The others can wait up until his nap time.
How about you? Is your priority really your priority?
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