The other day the kids ground their own oat flour. Wylie found an old grinder we keep in the pantry, and a jar of groats and they went to work. Even Kale had his turn to crank. Juniper processed the larger clumps through our food mill into fine flour, and today I used the flour for an oatmeal raisin loaf. Yummy.
Sounds nice right? That's one side of the story. Here's the other perspective.
I come into the kitchen to find that Wylie has dug this grungy old grinder out of the pantry. In doing so he's knocked over the vacuum cleaner and countless other things. Of course I am irritated and
Both of these stories are true. During the commotion/yelling/oat covered kitchen I felt trapped in the chaos. Afterwards, as I poured the freshly ground flour into a jar to save for bread it occurred to me what a nice activity it had been. Too much yelling and tears to be sure, but certainly not un-worthwhile.
Its easy I think, particularly in life with young children to sugar coat things--but, its just as easy, perhaps more so to dwell on the chaos. It often makes for a better story, and there is some camaraderie to be found in sharing "war stories" of life with small children.
But, In looking back on the day, and hopefully in living out the day, it is my intention to see things in a kinder, gentler perspective. (Perhaps there will be less yelling and tears if I can manage to do so).
Some of that must come from letting go and choosing my battles. Some of it may come from me drinking just a little less coffee. Most of it will probably just come from a lot of patience and trying really hard to see all their endeavors as learning experiences.
I may every once in a while really just need to lay it all out there for sympathy, giggles, or just to vent. But, for the most part I'm trying to focus on the better side of things.
If I have to see my life in one perspective I choose lovely.
Related: If you haven't already seen it, there is a poem about mothering here (you may have to scroll down a few days) by Tara Thayer.
I love, love, love it.