I haven’t had much time to write lately. I’m still trying to go to bed earlier, although my husband (a night owl) has been home more this week, so I have been breaking my curfew a bit to spend time with him. So I’ve lost evening writing time and thanks to the end of Daylight Savings (which takes more than daylight if you ask me), I’ve been robbed of my quiet, solitary mornings. I hate time changes. They are a curse to mothers everywhere. Just when I’d been able to start stealing pockets of time in the morning, we’re asked to set our clocks back so we’ll gain an hour. But I’ve lost an hour. My middle child – even when she goes to bed later – is waking up an hour earlier than she did before we were forced to turn back time.
But there’s another reason I haven’t been writing much – a God reason. Just this morning I was tempted to write before I prayed knowing that a child would likely be popping in at anytime. I triumphed over the primacy of self, however, and spent some quiet time in prayer.
Afterwards, I pulled out my laptop and within minutes I heard the soft tip-toeing of little feet. Rae shuffled in and squeezed in next to me.
“Is it ‘earlwry’?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. I draped an arm around her and tried to finish my thought, but a little finger jabbed at the keyboard.
Then something happened. At first, I wanted to push her aside, to tell her to hang on for one minute (a minute that would likely turn into ten). I wanted to finish writing. I’d had two editors recently contact me and ask if I had any material I wanted to submit, and I did. I always have ideas floating around this head of mine that I’d like to see emerge from the embryonic stage, but I’ve been wondering lately if God’s will for me is to take a step back from some of my writing – not all of it – but some of it. When God calls you to do something, He’ll see it to completion. He’ll help you finish it. This was so with my book. I submitted the manuscript ahead of schedule just a few weeks ago. Somehow I found the time to write. But lately whenever I think I’ve found some time to write and start trying to flesh out my thoughts, a child interrupts me and generally this child is my Rachel.
This morning I realized there was a reason, an important reason for this.
Yesterday when Rae was exhibiting some maddening behavior, I took a deep breath and told my control freak self to chill out. I also decided that I had to start finding some time to focus more on her. We’ve been having some issues with her hitting and lashing out in frustration. She’s been having some trouble with talking and using her words and isn’t always easy to understand. She’s going to be evaluated by a speech therapist to help her “use her words.” But I know more than just the inability to express herself, my introverted, introspective child needs more one-on-one time than the average child. Big crowds – even the crowd of our little family – can be too much for her.
Homeschooling means Madeline is guaranteed some time with me. It’s her attention insurance. Mary Elizabeth is still nursing. This is our time together. But Rae, our middle child, sometimes gets lost in the shuffle. I fear I say, “In one minute” more to her requests.Yet, as much my mother’s heart knew what she needed, I wasn’t sure how I was going to provide it to her with our busy schedule. There’s only one of me, and there doesn’t always seem enough to go around as is. This morning I found my answer. She wakes up early like I do while the rest of the house slumbers. I like to think of this as my time, but maybe this needs to be our time. Maybe I need to forget myself at least for the time being and serve my child and God’s will rather than my own.
So I immediately closed my laptop. We cuddled together. She said funny things like this: “Layla [the dog] has lots of nipples. Maybe she could help you nurse sometime.” (She’s looking for ways to free up some of Mommy’s time, too.)
Then we read stories. Mary Elizabeth woke up. I nursed her and read more to Rae. I served the two of them breakfast. Then oddly Rae said, “Mommy, I’m going to go rest now.” She went upstairs to her room and has been quiet ever since. Mary Elizabeth is content, too.
And so am I.
I gave my time to God this morning, and He who will never be outdone in generosity returned the favor, and I found a few minutes to write, after all.
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Maman A Droit says
We're just getting to a point where my little guy plays independently well often, and I have to remind myself to play with him anyway & not just run off everytime to do
dishes or blog or bake or whatever. It's hard getting used to that they need us just as much even if they seem "ok" without us!
Melanie B says
It is so hard to get in personal time for everyone, isn't it? For me the hardest one to remember to make time for is Bella. Ben and Sophie still get books and cuddles and songs every day when I put them down for their naps. But since Bella has stopped napping I don't have the incentive to read and cuddle with her. So often by the time the other two are down I feel drained, cuddled out. I want some distance, physical and emotional. Often I'm falling asleep myself after sitting in the darkened room singing Sophie to sleep. Pregnant, I often need a nap to catch up on sleep. But now I'm making an effort to read Bella at least one story before I go to lay down myself. It also doesn't help that unlike Ben and Sophie she's not a restful, cuddly child. She can't sit still and she's always elbowing me in sensitive places, kicking me, squirming so much that I just want to scream: "Sit still!" And her book choices are often books she's very attached to but which I can't stand. I try to allow her freedom to make choices at the library and she has a knack for finding books that just irritate me. And unlike with the younger ones I can't hide the book and have her forget about it. She remembers and hunts it down.
It is comforting to read about your own struggles in this regard, Kate. To remember that it is worth it to make that sacrifice.
Katie says
What a blessing – time given to God and He offers you a little one to cuddle with! Thank you for sharing this reminder to take life slowly and enjoy it one tip toe at a time.
I found your blog through Catholic Gadget and love it! God bless you and your family.
Katie (http://catholicwife.wordpress.com)
Katie says
What a blessing – time given to God and He offers you a little one to cuddle with! Thank you for sharing this reminder to take life slowly and enjoy it one tip toe at a time.
I found your blog through Catholic Gadget and love it! God bless you and your family.
Katie (http://catholicwife.wordpress.com)
Kate Wicker @ Momopoly says
Katie, welcome and thanks for your kind words.
Melanie, what can be tough about Rae is that she'll want me just when it's time for me to get M.E. to sleep. Then when I have free hands, I'll approach her and she'll push me away. At 3, she wants things on her terms. She's definitely giving me a lesson in sacrificial giving.
Maman A Droit, I have that same problem with my third child especially. She's never needed much entertainment from me, which is a good thing and she's certainly happy and well-adjusted just watching her big sisters' antics. Still, I realized how few board books I've read to the sweet girl and am trying to do gear some of my reading toward her sometimes.
And I totally goofed and must really be suffering from brain matter turned grey sludge because my original post referred to the time change as Daylight Savings rather than Daylight Savings ending. Argh.
Great comments though. I'm in a chatty mood tonight. (I don't usually ramble some much in my own stinkin' combox!) :-)
Melanie B says
Kate, "Wants things on her own terms". Oh yeah, Sophie is definitely in the stage too. Tonight I was able to step back and play along when she suddenly insisted that she wanted to be a baby. She was so surprised and pleased that I was willing to indulge her whim, call her a baby and baby her through her bedtime routine. So often I get frustrated with any tendency to regression.
Looking forward, I'm afraid that Ben will be that to the nth degree. He's already got a real stubborn streak. I'm afraid that when the new baby comes he's going to have a very hard time adjusting. Harder than it was for either of the girls.