Have you ever felt full? (Don’t answer that)
No, I take that back. Not full. Let’s call it, stuffed. (Don’t answer that either)
Full hearts, full minds, full schedules, full plans, full plates and full lives -- everyday feels like a highly anticipated holiday, but not in the good kind of way. No, I mean in the way where everything is a rush, you squeeze out seedlings of quick plans, and then comes the inevitable crash and exhaustion afterward.
Recently after becoming a mom, I made a list of the main roles in my life. As I tried to piece together new routines and possible personal systems to be successful in each one, I came to the realization that tenured mamas already know.
Yeah, it’s impossible. Should I end the blog here?
Here’s the main list I came up with:
I am 100 percent a follower of Christ.
I am 100 percent a wife.
I am 100 percent a mother.
I am 100 percent a pastor.
I am 100 percent a daughter and a granddaughter.
I am 100 percent a leader.
I am 100 percent a friend.
These percentages never lessen, skew or become partial. The roles never go away or take an off day. They do not switch on and off in commute between home, the office, church or out-and-about.
On my best days these roles work together in synchrony like a championship winning team. On my worst days, they appear as opponents duking it out to be the Heavy Weight Champion of my schedule, focus and care.