My parenting was nonchalant today.
I woke up with a sore body and a full list of things to do. My son had gymnastics…and I did not take him. We were supposed to go to the park, and we did not go. I was supposed to clean my house…but that sat on the dusty shelf. Instead…my 8 year old cuddled with me and played “Roblox” before I got out of bed entirely. He ate cereal and watched cartoons. We went grocery shopping. We came home….watched the sun and the clouds through the living room window, he played games, while I made lunch. I fussed with his Dad over an exhausting phone call. Then I wrote. I added to my book after talking to Jesus for a minute….and I was so happy with what I produced.
My refusal to live by an expected schedule today, gave me peace. My son was happy. I was happy. Our home was peaceful and not rushed. We took our time and just savored an unscheduled day.