“I’ve been busy.” “I’ve had a lot going on.” “I’m stressed.”
A friend of mine posted a status awhile ago about “glorifying busy”.
I DO THAT. We ALL do that.
I hadn’t really thought about it until I read the words on her page. I totally glorify busy and I do it all the time. It’s no secret that I like to stay busy and involved. I love people and I would be perfectly happy being surrounded by people and activities every minute of every day (my wonderful husband reminds me that this is odd and uncommon). When it comes to mommas and babies and birth, I would be happy to host all the playgroups and coffee talks that I could squeeze into a day. When a committee needs members or a training becomes available I’m all hands in the air. Every time. Even if it means being away from my husband and my littles. Because I honestly do love helping. But do you ever get the feeling that we glorify busy just to meet some arbitrary social standard?
Maybe to play the part for the ‘perfect parent’ show?
How do we lose focus so quickly? So easily? My recent back surgery put some things into perspective for me. I had to ask for help, I had to stay home and I had to turn down invitations. I’m not sure I can adequately describe how difficult this was for me. I’m the person that gets lonely when I go out to the garage alone, so skipping out on life was tough. But that’s the thing. We fill our lives with Busy, thinking it’s making our lives whole when actually, for the most part, it’s just making us miss the really meaningful parts of life. The high-pitched giggles and the dates and the quiet nights nursing in bed without a smartphone in your hand.
I laid in bed after surgery and basked in the love from my little people and the wonderful ways my husband was helping me and my children. I took it all in and realized this whole thing is about filling the spaces in our days with relationships and feelings.