small things {doing}

small things #44 ... doing

I'm a doer.

I'm happy when I'm busy.  I'm guilty when I'm still.

I'm satisfied when I mark off my list.  I'm clueless with free-time on my hands.

I'm a busy-hands-are-happy-hands, get-er-done, let-not-your-hands-be-idle sort of gal.

Today I found myself on the other side of a busy, list-filled, idle-less season and now with VBS a thing of the past, I feel a little lost.  I toss in a load of laundry and find no notebook page of phone calls to make.  I unpack the grocery bags and find only one message on the machine - a recording from the library about a book on hold.  I set the timer for "Mommy's Hour" and find my inbox lacking pressing messages or requests for action.

What is a doer to do when her To-Do List is done?

After several months of having my days chock-full of tasks and demands (in addition to those of being Mom), I am finding myself in need of some re-evaluation.  And some gentle reminders about what of significance actually makes up my days.

... loving on my kids.
... feeding my family.
... enjoying time with Brett.
... taking care of me.
... playing with my family.
... spending time with God.
... tending to our home.

When I get to the end of my day and I don't have a laundry-list of gotta-do's marked-off, checked-off and crossed-off, I have to remind myself that as long as I have payed close attention to these significant "tasks", then my job is done.  Well done.

Doing ... sometimes it's tackling the tasks that life tosses at me.  And sometimes it looks an awful lot like just being.