“You’re a busy mom….”
I can’t begin to number the times I’ve heard that statement upon making any type of public appearance with my four young children. I must admit, its overuse over the past couple years has bothered me some, mostly because I haven’t felt all that “busy.” I suppose I have been… busy, that is… but I guess when you’re busy doing what you have to do, you don’t always take time to think about how busy you actually are.
Lately, however, I can say that the common opinion that I am a busy mom has felt quite true. For one thing, the return of the school year has taken a considerable chunk of time from my days. After only four weeks of teaching a kindergartner and a preschooler simultaneously, I have found myself further behind in housework than I’ve been in while. Indeed, I can’t deny that homeschooling is keeping me busy.
Oddly enough, though, that wasn’t what changed my mind on the “busyness” assessment. It was the countless number of times in a day that I hear, “Mom, Mommy, Mom!” that caused me just the other day to stop and say to myself, “Yes… yes, I guess I am busy.” I am the go-to person for four kids. I am the helper for every need. I am the answer-er for every question. I am the listener for every story. I am the entertainer of every idea. I am a mother of four, and I. Am. Busy.