It is the feast day of Med Moura. Most years, I take the day off to relax from cleaning and such. This year, the kitchen is a bomb blast of dirty dishes, the living room is threatening to topple over with piles of mail sitting around to be sorted, and there's at least three loads of laundry that need put away. And we won't even talk about the state of dusting required except to say I think I could plant things in the layer of dust settled on top of everything.
I am attempting to focus on gratitude today. It's kind of hard because I slept really poorly last night. Hormonal changes in my body have me sweating profusely at night which made me wake up at least 4 times. It's rather gross to wake up because of how much you are sweating. I am not looking forward to summer. I have made a point of pushing water into my system because of it. It feels like I am constantly drinking something but I'm not dehydrated so I won't complain too loudly.
The kids are resistant to doing housework right now. They tell me that they're not in the mood for it. School has been challenging so far this week because they're distracted by their thoughts about their late grandfather. Throw on top of that one son's problem with bullies and the other son's fretting about the future, and you have a whole heap of distractions.
My eldest is really starting to feel the pressure of getting ready for graduation and the end of school. I have been doing my best not to worry but that's hard. They say that having children is like having your heart walking around outside of your chest. It's a pretty metaphor but I think it's more accurate to say that it is like having that for each child and your significant other. The more you love people, the more you worry about their well being and how you can help them thrive, it seems.
It makes me wonder if Déa has similar feelings about the whole of creation. I like to think that is the case. It's a hefty idea but it makes sense to look at it that way. She is the Mother of All. That leads me to think that she feels every thing more sharply than we realize and that we'll never truly understand the depth of her Love because it's been with us at all times. It's easy to take such a love for granted. Children can't conceive of a world with out that when they've been raised with it always there. It's a lot like how children think that the world has always been as they know it and they're always a little shocked to find out their parents have lives beyond them.
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