Mother’s Day, a couple days late. (Naturally.)

There’s no denying it — most areas of my life right now are blissfully “late”. I won’t go into detail on the housework I’m behind on, on the home projects that aren’t done or filed away or cleaned. Certainly you can imagine what our home looks like at any given hour ;) Instead of focusing on what our home looks like, we’re focusing on feels like.

Our home feels happy. It feels lovely, it feels messy, it feels enjoyed. Our home is noisy and often off-schedule (snort).

On Sunday, my family showered me with such a lovely day outside. We ventured out to Belle Isle in Detroit and walked through their aquarium, conservatory, outdoor gardens, and ended with a picnic in the park. After naps we played on the front porch, grilled for dinner, walked to the ice cream shop, and then visited our neighborhood park. The fresh air was wonderful, and I bottled a little up for a rainy day.

The eve of Mother’s Day, I literally cried about going to bed at 10pm. I suppose that’s a really honest visual of how tiring this phase is. Of course it’ll get easier, but for now it’s all about “just do the next thing, and then do the next thing.” Repeat x infinity.

In the best of ways, motherhood is the hardest job I’ve felt called to do. Often I struggle with what else I’m called to do — is there something more immediately rewarding?

But maybe right now there’s nothing else on the horizon, so each morning I re-focus on our tribe of little people and how great of a teammate Zack is. I make sure to take a shower before he leaves for work, I loosely plan a few fun things for us to do, and then I repeat my little mantra, “just do the next thing”.