Being a mom is a lot like fighting for survival. You instinctively know what you have to do to survive and you systematically ignore the less crucial things. The more kids you have, the more this instinct is compounded.
So imagine my surprise and bewilderment the past two days as I've found myself comparatively alone. Kyle took the boys on a father and sons camp out. They're in heaven . . . him as much as them. I suddenly just have two cutesy, little girls roaming the place. And yes, I'm aware that during most school days we're in this exact scenario, but it's not the same thing. I'm still running errands for Kyle, getting boys off to school and home from school, helping with homework, fighting bedtime and cooking beefy, heavy meals for a lot of manly, growing boys/men.
I've had time. As in time to wash, fold and put away 6 loads of laundry and counting. As in time to thoroughly scrub my kids' bathroom, including replacing the shower curtain with the new one I bought over a week ago. As in time to make two batches of strawberry freezer jam . . . something I've never done . . . ever. As in time to go shopping for some shoes to fit on Avery's chubby, baby feet. As in time to play, play, play and still manage to keep my house mostly clean.
It's been heavenly. I'm not going to lie. But it's also been a bit sad. Because regardless of the lighter burden that I've felt for a couple days, I've discovered there are things I can't live without. My boys obviously fall into that category (all three of them), but I was already aware of that. I miss silly things. I miss seeing this everywhere I go, any time Hunter is home:
Who would miss stepping on marbles and hearing them smash into the walls of their house? This mom. I miss the extra work because somehow it symbolizes my love for this family. I miss crazy bedtimes and boy giggles and stepping on Legos. I even miss my husband watching Duck Dynasty EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. Oh, Uncle Si.
So my point is, vacations are nice. Breaks are refreshing and occasionally welcome. But what's even more refreshing and welcome is the new perspective I have on loving and serving the family I've got. I'm excited for them to get home.