It’s that time of the year again! The time where we spend all day working or momming and then the evenings are filled with practices or games or school events. There is prom, field days, baseball, track. The list goes on.
Last week, I was laying in bed and my husband pulled up our shared calendar on his phone. (Side note: if you aren’t using a shared calendar, start! I live and breathe by this thing and if an event is listed there, it will most likely be missed.) We started going through the weeks and weekends. There were six days in the whole month of April in which we didn’t have anything on the schedule…yet. We kind of looked at each other like wow, ok.
Then it hit me.
Just one year ago everything was cancelled. There was NOTHING on our calendar. We were kind of relieved to not have anything going on. It was a nice break. We talked about how great of an opportunity, despite the circumstances, it was to be able to spend quality time as a family. And we did just that. But then we realized that the grass isn’t always greener. We took being busy for granted.
While we looked at the calendar, I said to my husband, “I feel blessed to be busy.” It’s not because I like running around like a crazy person trying to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything or that I like rushing around from tumbling to softball. It’s because I love watching my kids do what they love. I love watching them master a new skill or make a great play. I love seeing them laughing with their friends and getting dirty and burning energy. Like most things we do, we are busy for our kids.
2020 and the Covid-19 pandemic put a lot into perspective for many people. For me, it put into perspective how much was taken away from our kids. So, I am glad to be back to being busy. I am choosing to look at our busyness like this: we still get to spend family time at the ballpark and in the car; we get to plan birthday parties and end-of-the-year school events. We might get takeout every night and take baths at 9pm, but I am not wishing these times away anymore.