Today I'm doing laundry. I'm shuttling to preschool. I'm catching up on email. I'm nursing the baby. I'm picking tomatoes. I'm prepping for a meeting. I'm paying bills. I'm writing. I'm changing wet sheets, scrubbing oatmeal-smeared faces, washing grubby hands, loading the dishwasher, cleaning up after the dog. Reading and sweeping and meal planning and filing and cooking and researching and driving and washing. I'm working. Yesterday was a sweet goodbye to summer. All of us home together all day, morning lazy in our pajamas, then romping round the playground, up and down and around the Big Slides. Lunch and laughter and long naps. Afternoon projects we never get time to tackle, cooking fresh from the garden, homegrown soup and tomato sauce in big pots to freeze, everyone stealing green beans from the biggest bowl, snapping as we snack. After the babes were asleep, the humid night air curling their newly-cut hair into sweaty ringlets, I cranked open all the windows and let the … [Read more...] about a real labor day
everyday parenting as spiritual practice
