Is there a Purpose to the Mundane?

Some days are just uneventful.  Backyardigans for the boy.  Nap for the toddler.  And chores for mom. No brilliant ideas coming to life.  No fantastic jobs coming down the pipeline.  Just simple days of simple activities.  “Real life” stuff. This was the part of motherhood that used to bore me. It was the part I had to endure… struggling to enjoy the little moments but failing miserably.

You see I have this sneaky feeling that these are the days I will miss.  Simple, non-descriptive days.  I might look back and regret being “too busy” or always having that feeling that there’s more or better things to be doing.

Maybe it’s our society, but life seems to be moving past us as we sit on the island of Motherhood and wonder what else is around the corner or happening out there beyond our world.  And, honestly, I think I’m growing less restless with the unknown or the “I should be doings”.  I want to enjoy the here and now.  The present moments.  And, it’s hard.  But, the desire is there like never before.  Because I’m already realizing that the end is nearer than I think.

No chubby hands to squeeze.  No cute boy-ness (or girl-ness) awakening every morning so happy to see you.  No more jelly on the table or toys under the couch.  No more surprises around every corner (for good and bad). No more “mundane life”.  And in that absence a bit of our purpose will be absent too.  And we will miss it then as much as we sometimes wish it away today.  So… embrace it.  Revel in it.  You’ll be to the next phase before you know it.