It took me 7 years to adjust to being a wife and mother.
I used to wake up figuring out ways to avoid doing the everyday stuff I was supposed to do. I got pretty go at it, too.
But at some point I woke up ready and willing and even grateful to be doing those hum drum chores. I started realizing that they had an eternal purpose.
Laundry, have an eternal purpose? Psht, plllease.
No, really. I mean, not individually in and of itself. But I started to think that I wanted my children to look back and realize they always had clean clothes hanging in their closet. That they always had a healthy, usually warm breakfast. That lunch at school didn't get boring, and that (most of the time) they could invite their friends over without being embarrassed.
It all adds up in the end.
It wasn't until I hit this mark, 7 years post-marriage, that I started to appreciate all that my mother did for me.
When I moved into my own apartment at 18, I didn't know how to do my own laundry.
Did that sink in?
I was 18 and didn't know how to do my own laundry.
The house fairy didn't make me a warm breakfast.
I couldn't cook anything that didn't have directions on the back of the box.
But this still didn't help it sink in, all that my mother had done for me.
So while I am focusing on an eternal perspective, I'm also going to go about preparing my little bambinos for their first apartment. And mission.
*fist to teeth*
Oh that's painful to think about.
My kids will know how to cook, clean, do their laundry and comb their own hair by the time they make it to the sixth grade. My little 4 year old helps with the laundry and other cleaning (often making me have to do it twice but holding on to that eternal perspective keeps me motivated. Rinse and repeat.)
There are three ways to teach (the good, better, best standard here)
Show them (good). "Here honey, let me show you how to fold that laundry."
Help them (better). "I can help you comb your hair."
Mentor them (best). There are no words for mentoring. It's not a talking role, but a doing role. It's also the hardest.
It takes a lot of practice and patience and perspective to do the best, but it pays off the greatest. For me and them (child slavery, anyone?)
So as you go about scraping up that smooshed and grody banana off the floor (my first task for the morning), or as you unclog another toilet and painstakingly remove yet another stain, remember all these "mundane" tasks add up to an eternal purpose.
"...I want to spend my life with them for all eternity."