We have a couple ‘crazy hours’ throughout our day. They are typically the hour before lunch and the hour before dinner. I don’t know if it’s low-blood sugar or a bored anxiety but my kids’ energy goes through the roof.
This is when our small house becomes a race track and a wrestling mat. All organized, quiet activities are somehow no longer interesting.
In a feeble attempt to get dinner made, I find myself doling out obscure instructions every few minutes to bring the chaos to a more manageable level. “Go play!” “Go find something to do!” “Quit throwing pillows!” “Get off the back of the couch!” “No, you may not put that in your mouth!” …You know, normal stuff. 😉
My head spins in the hustle of my multitasking. How do moms handle this? Am I the only one that has these moments DAILY?! Sometimes TWICE a day?! …And dare we discuss the days that it never ends?
These kids are busy bodies with a mission to live life to its fullest. To exude energy and joy on the impulse of smelling dinner in the oven. They get a hankering to body-slam their siblings out of curiosity, and sing out loud for the pure enjoyment of hearing their own voices.
If I wholly live in the moment of chaos and dinner-making, I am overwhelmed. I fight it, shout it down, and hold my breath for the next moment of peace.
But when I live in the moment with a dose of perspective, I can breathe.
Time is liquid. They are children– a short little window of breathless wonder, and they are paying bills and making their own dinners.
Han’s Christian Anderson said, “Enjoy life, there’s plenty of time to be dead.”
I feel called to learn–not just to raise my kids, but to enjoy my life’s work as a mom. To open my hands and let go of the tidy package I think motherhood should look like, and carefully embrace it for what it is.
If I’m striving to tame the chaos, I will forever be disappointed, because it is untamable, unpredictable, and messy. Why else would I need God?
I won’t cower at the thought of someone dropping by tonight during crazy hour. Ok… maybe a teeny-tiny cringe… because yes, it will be loud and more than likely messy, but it will be full. Full of love, life, energy, and a crazy mess of a mom who is trying her best to let go of the trivial matters and embrace today’s gifts.