Interruptions, oh how I am constantly being interrupted. Many days I do not sit down to eat until two o’clock…. By the time I feed the baby, prepare my daughter’s meal, then take her to the bathroom, change the baby’s diaper, get them both down for naps at the SAME TIME! (That’s my goal anyway!)
Interruptions are a way of life. It took me 34 years to figure that out! I hope this helps you know that before 34 years! I have finally come to expect that I will never be able to complete one task in a day, or at least not while I have a three year old and a baby. It is just…not… happening. I try, oh, how I try. I start to unload the dishwasher, then it’s “Mommy, I need to go potty”. I try again, then the baby starts crying. Then the dog needs to go out. Then I turn my back, and my daughter is handing her seven month old brother paper to chew on and hard peppermints within his reach! (I know, I should have moved the peppermints! Don’t worry, I did after that!)
I have finally just decided to accept my interrupted life. That’s not a bad thing. I’ve decided to change my perspective. If you can’t change the circumstance, then change the way you look at things. When I look at my children as interruptions, then my day goes much smoother. I expect to be interrupted every five minutes. And that’s OKAY. This is just a season. My children need me now, they will not always need me. God made me to be their mom, the dishes can wait.
I often think this is how Jesus felt. He was constantly interrupted as well. He was constantly giving, with very little in return. I wonder if he ever got frustrated?
Just this evening, I was actually sweeping the floors (this is a rarity in my house! Who has time for that?). My daughter was “helping”, and by helping I mean sweeping my piles of dirt out of their piles in order that I had to sweep again! She was trying to be helpful. It’s really my fault for showing her how and buying her a mini broom. (Yes, I did!) How often were people trying to help Jesus, and they just made it worse. What did Jesus do in those moments?
I think so many times we focus on life in between the interruptions, on the tasks on hand. We so often forget that Life is IN the interruptions. Our life is those little interruptions: the baby crying in the night, sticky hands hugging you, tears that need wiping, knees that need to be kissed and cleaned. Our life is in those phone calls from a friend who needs you. Or perhaps it’s in putting down your electronics to look your spouse in the eye. Maybe it’s the person in the hall at work or school who is lost, just needing directions and guidance. Take Martha, for instance. She was a busy woman, and I think she may have been a little resentful of Mary. Mary was her interruption. She had to stop what she was doing to go ask Mary to help. I can relate. BUT, Jesus had it more right. He delighted in the interruption. He saw Mary’s heart and accepted her. He loved her. He loved Martha too; he just needed her to stop and slow down, to take joy in the interruption.
I’m not saying I’m great at this. Not in the least. I am a work in progress, and I am just praying along the way that I don’t screw my kids up too bad. I probably would have been a Martha. But when I look back on my life, I want to remember what I did with my life of interruptions.
Remember, Life is in the interruptions.
What interruptions have you had today?
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