A Mom's Life is Full of Urgent Tasks

Everything a mom has to do is urgent. It all needs to be done NOW.

The broken glass needs to be swept up NOW, before someone cuts their feet.

The toddler needs to be caught NOW, lest he think that shouting "no" and running away is an acceptable response.

The soup needs to be stirred NOW, before it burns to the bottom of the pan.

The baby needs to be fed NOW, or the squawking will drive us all crazy.

The reading lesson needs to be taught NOW, before my homeschool looses its credibility because my six year old doesn't read.

The scraped knee needs to be bandaged NOW, because there will be no psychological peace until that is done.

The bedtime routine needs to start NOW, or else the young ones will be bears tomorrow.

The shoes need to go on NOW or we will be late for church/story hour/the pediatrician.

But what about all the things that are not urgent? Like self-care? Like cuddles? Like cleaning the floors and cutting the peanut-butter sandwiches into cute shapes? What about bubble baths and novels? That's the stuff life is made of! How can I complete the mountain of urgent tasks without becoming urgent myself?

And failing at that, how can I cultivate peace in the rush of NOW?

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