Sunday, October 19, 2008

On Being Tired

Blogging has been really slow lately, and with the homeschool blog awards coming up, Candy is less likely to do any posts on Catholicism until that is over. I am working on some articles for the feast of All Saints, and the feast of All Souls. But until then, I guess I'll just say I'm breaking you guys in for when I have the baby and don't go near the computer for a few weeks.

Instead of actually writing anything today, I wanted to point you to a post by Jen of Conversion Diary (formerly Et Tu?) who always makes me want to shout "Amen!"

This one is for all of you Catholic moms out there in the middle of bearing children . . .

It occurred to me recently that I spend a large percentage of my time being tired -- often really, really tired. These past few months have been worse than usual, this pregnancy bringing with it a crushing exhaustion that I haven't been able to shake. Even before this pregnancy, though, long stretches of feeling well rested have been few and far between ever since my first child was born. A certain amount of weariness just comes with the territory of building a family. . .

As I leaned against the wall, I thought it was interesting that this is the life I want for my children.

I thought about how counterintuitive it is to say, "Hey, kids, I'm really freaking tired all the time because of the duties of my vocation, and I pray that in twenty or so years this will be your life, too!" I can see why so many of the Baby Boomers and their parents adopted the mentality that the best life you could give your kids is one of physical ease and personal freedom to do whatever you feel like doing -- after all, that's a whole lot more comfortable. Surely a "good" life would involve more relaxation than work, more pleasure than sacrifice, more amusement than perseverance.

Go read the rest.

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1 comment:

kritterc said...

Kelly - I read it. It is so true. As a fairly new grandmother (oldest grandchild is three) I want to tell you that the work is worth it. Especially when your daughter or son comes to you and says "I want to be the kind of parent you were." Peace and Blessings.