If, on any given day, I was graded on what I had done during the day, nearly every box would be filled with the letter I. Incomplete. There are many, many things that are truly wonderful about parenthood, but there are also many frustrations. Never sleeping more than three hours in a row is trying. Dealing with two-year-old defiance is overwhelming. Being unable to find one item of clothing that does not have spit-up stain is gross. For me, though, the hardest part right now is feeling like nothing is ever done.
It generally takes me two to three sittings to finish one wimpy blog post. Making dinner is an all day affair, broken up into 15 minute increments. It has happened more than once in recent months that I looked down to find that I had only cut the nails on one of my hands. I enter a room with a purpose that I never achieve, distracted by ten other things. I've been returning library books without finishing them. I've more or less given up on crafting for the moment.
There is a lesson in all this, though. As a wiser one than me once said of our actions as humans, "[They] may be incomplete, but [they are] a beginning, a step along the way, an
opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest." That something may not get finished is no excuse for failing to try. There will be more time, if not today then tomorrow, if not tomorrow than maybe years from now. Maybe this particular task, book, thought, project is meant to be incomplete for awhile so that something more important (like baby snuggling) can fill up the time and space instead.
On days when nothing seems to be getting "done", I remind myself of these words by storypeople's Brian Andreas:
Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.
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