The Millennial Homemaker

The musings of a Stay at Home Mom

Lazy Days of Summer

The past few weeks of my life can be summarized into two words: (1) lazy and (2) busy. After moving my family from one home to another at the end of April, I have chosen to do as little as possible over the summer. I have chosen to be lazy.

But it’s not all bad to be lazy.

Because, at the same time, I am still a busy mama. I am still cleaning and cooking and washing and organizing and running errands. Our family has had more visitors in our new house these past three months than we have had in the past year at the old house! I have stretched way beyond my limit in hospitality and served meals, hosted overnight guests, and play dates.

My view of laziness is equal to rest.

You can’t keep the motor running all the time. You need to stop and recharge those batteries. My version of rest these days is to sit in front of the TV and binge watch an old show called Gilmore Girls. It’s a light-hearted show of two major characters (a young mom and a teen-aged daughter) who share the ups and downs of living in a small, charming New England town. They drink too much coffee, and they talk way too much. But…

It is fun to watch and pretend I am living in that Gilmore world.

I know that the lazy days of summer are quickly coming to a close. The school supplies are waiting to be purchased. The patio furniture has been cleared out of the stores, and soon the rumble of the yellow school buses will line the streets once again. It’s only a matter of a few weeks and life will churn in another direction. The summer season will bow out gracefully to the new one ushering in with the first cool breeze of fall.

Oh, how I can hardly wait to open my windows and smell the cool air again.

So for now, in the midst of July, I am basking in the laziness of summer. Just as a bear hibernates all winter in preparation for a busy spring, I am hibernating inside my air-conditioned home to prepare for the upcoming season where I can go outside and stretch my legs and run around without heat exhaustion.

How about you? How are you enjoying your summer? I hope that you are finding those moments of calm. Those moments of rest. Those moments of lazy.

May you all be blessed today, my dear reader.

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Lessons from the Boot

Almost six months have passed (gasp!), and I finally have the time/feeling/sense of urgency to write.

As of last Wednesday, I am temporarily immobile.  You see, I broke my ankle. boot

I am a middle-aged mama who broke her first bone. Ever.

Yes, it hurts. I thought a sprained ankle or a swollen knee hurts a lot. Nope. There’s not much to compare to a broken bone. Well, unless it’s a kidney stone. Then, that hurts worse than child birth. Oh wait, I’m digressing…

So, as I sit here, day after day, waiting for my avulsion fracture to heal, I have a lot of time to think. And, I am learning something from this dreadful boot upon which I re-learn to walk again.

1. REST is a four-letter word.

Sure, I love the occasional nap and a good night’s sleep, but continual rest day after day? It’s been emotionally painful to bear. I have actually viewed it as a new curse word, so to speak.  I am a busy, go-go-go mama, and the last thing I need or want to do is rest. Yet, here I am, on my bum, making the most of my time.

I want to be productive. I want to say, hey look what I can do! Ah, crap… there goes that prideful thinking again. I like a nice pat on the back as much as the next person does, but for some reason my EGO thinks that being busy equals being productive.

I am learning that RESTing is more important than BUSYing. If you get a chance to sit, be quiet and listen, you’ll start to “see” and “hear” the rest of the world around you. I am more conscious of my children’s conversations. I am more aware of time. I am more in awe of nature and its beauty. I am more close to my God.

2. It’s okay to be the passenger.

Taking a break from driving has been also hard on me. I don’t get to be in control at the wheel, and sometimes the journey is not as fun. I have to build trust in my driver (usually, it’s my husband). I have to keep my mouth shut, my tongue bit, and a smile on my face. Don’t get me wrong. He’s a great driver. He knows where HE is going. I just don’t like the fact that I am Miss Daisy for the next five or six weeks.

But, the good part about being a passenger is that I get a break. I don’t have to concentrate on the road if I don’t want to do so. I can relax while I get to my destination. I don’t have to walk. And, it’s air-conditioned (thank goodness) so the natural elements of an Arizona summer aren’t bugging me (no pun intended).

Again, this little lesson is about SLOWING DOWN and taking a breather. I keep forgetting that LIFE is not a marathon race. Well, it’s a marathon, but it doesn’t have to be a race.

3. Kisses from strangers.

Yes, I received a kiss from a stranger for wearing my boot. I was sitting in church this past Sunday, and of course I chose an aisle seat so I could have extra leg room for my boot. As we were sitting and praying during the quiet part of the service, this older gentleman, an usher, came up to me and whispered, “Would you like to race?” I looked at him blankly and replied, “Why yes, that would be nice!” He laughed, and instead of giving me a hand shake or a side hug, he bent down and kissed me on the forehead. I was a little shocked, but my husband was appalled!

Who did this guy think he was to kiss me? For me, I smiled and felt so warm and snugly inside. It was as if my own earthly daddy had kissed me. I think he was an angel, sent by God, to tell me that everything is going to be okay.

So, of course, a person with a walking boot may get unwarranted attention. Take that, prideful EGO!

More to come…

I am sure there will be more lessons to learn from all of this mess called a broken ankle. I know it could have been much worse, as I fell from from the bottom of the stairs (versus the dangerous top of the stairs).

Until then, carry on. Walk well. Slow down. Enjoy a snail’s pace every now and then.

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Times of Refreshing

For the past two months, I have been in a period of rest, reflection, and refreshment. At first, I felt like I was having a bout of post-partum depression. Not that I just delivered a baby, but because I just finished a 19 year accomplishment of achieving a Bachelors degree from college. I faced a major turning point on December 17, where I had no clear sense of future direction.

So, I waited. Then, I waited some more. Finally, I decided to brush off the pity party I was having with myself, and I stepped back into reality. There was no light at the end of this tunnel, but I had to become my own candle. I had to make the decision to start shining as brightly as possible, with the help of God.

Yesterday, I stumbled across a verse in the bible. In Acts 3:19-20 it reads, “Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, and that he may send the Christ, who has been appointed for you – even Jesus.”

I wasn’t even concentrating on the repentance part, but the words right in the middle: “… that times of refreshing may come from the Lord…” Oh, how timely this passage has been for me. Of course, as many of you know me, I am quite open about my faith in God. Some of you may shun away, and others may find peace and encouragement. But, you are still my friends, no matter what spiritual path you are traveling. But, my heart opened up yesterday, and I just had to write.

I am realizing that the times when I am still and quiet is when God reaches in and tugs at my heart. He has been waiting patiently for me to finish my course in self-ambition, so that I may rest and refresh in Him. As always, I believe that God has a terrific sense of humor, and He saw fit to make sure I rested right away. A little back injury placed me prostrate for a week, and I all could do was sleep, pray, eat, and sleep some more. Fortunately, this diversion became the starting point for a fresh perspective. My human side initially steered toward self-pity, boredom, and some depression. But, my spiritual side kept me looking heavenward, knowing that God has other plans than I do.

I hope that maybe one person will find encouragement through these few words. I hope that wherever you are in your journey, that you will stop for a moment and spend some time in rest, reflection, and refreshment. Draw close to God, and He will draw close to you. That’s a promise from the Bible, and I hold to that promise.

Blessings and peace to you on this new day.

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Fork in the Road

I’ve been wanting to write for while, but I haven’t had the desire, the motivation, or even a topic to share. But, I am at a point in my life where I’ve come to the end of one trail, and I am facing a fork in the road. On Friday, December 16, I will be finally graduating from college. It’s been 19 years since I received my Associate’s degree, and now I am finally receiving my Bachelor’s degree.

I feel confused. Scared. Nervous. Anxious. Just like Anne Shirley felt when her best friend, Diana Barry, was married and left Anne behind. I need a new perspective. A new goal. Oh, why can’t I feel happy that I’ve reached the culmination for all that I’ve worked so hard?

I know there is always a plan in my future. I just can’t see it right now. Perhaps it is because I haven’t had time to relax. Perhaps it is because I am trying too hard to move forward when I’m supposed to be standing still.

Which path should I take? I have two choices that lie before me: keep searching for a job that will encompass my educational goals, or continue my education toward a Masters degree. I can’t do both right now. I have children that have needs to be met. I already feel like I’ve put so much on hold with them so I could finish my goal.

Or, should I get off the path altogether and just sit on the side of the road for a while? Soak in the moments of life… but not for too long. This is one time in my life where I don’t know what to do.

If anyone is reading this far, would you share your thoughts with me? Would you encourage me?

I’m thinking of the verse, Isaiah 40:31, as it says, “But the people who trust the Lord will become strong again. They will be able to rise up as an eagle in the sky. They will run without needing rest. They will walk without becoming tired.” (ICB)

I am looking for strength. I am looking for rest. I want to refill before I move forward. I still want to encourage others. My tank is empty. I’m not looking for a pity party. I’m finishing strong, but I want to start up strong again.

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