Monday

There's something wonderful about a Monday. And, that statement is funny too because I used to hate Mondays. But this week Monday represents the opening of a new, and hopeful, and full of possibility week.

There was a storm this weekend. There was also an inner storm this weekend. They have both done their good work and left the world more beautiful for their time spent here.

Isn't it amazing how clean the air is after a good rain? How blue the sky seems when the wind has blown all the clouds away. How sweet affection and friendship is when discord has previously set you momentarily at odds.

And then storms don't come out of nowhere do they? They are generally seasonal, and connected to the important work of growing and nurturing, watering and flourishing. It would do me well to remember this fact. I might be more encouraged by storms in my life when they hit me.

On a less flowery note, I am struggling with the idea of enforcing my will. I know how to do it in a class-room, and that is for a very limited space of time for a specific reason, but somehow it seems too selfish when it's me forcing my will upon my daughter. I know only too well that my will is usually informed by my selfish desires. I want her to get dressed in under 30 minutes. I want her to eat in under an hour. I want her to take a nap when I put her down so that I don't have to awaken a dragon to get to work on time... These are things I want to make my life easier and more enjoyable. I like efficiency. I like organization. I am frustrated with my 2 year old dominated world. I understand that it's important for her to learn that the world revolves around the sun not around Olivia, it's important that she does eat and does get a nap, but I often feel selfish insisting it be done on my timeline... It's hard for me to evaluate if I am looking to the good of Olivia or if I'm looking to my fleshly desires. Pray for me.

And now, to soak in some more of my Monday. :)