There are days when I feel completely at ease that I am creating the village I want my children raised in, I am planting the Oaks to shade them. Then there are days when the Laundry isn't done in 5 loads and I think I am drowning in house work and realize that I have neglected the home front a little to long. Where is the balance?
I have a mission yes that I know, but some days I feel that my mission is doing laundry. H.G. wells said that "Men who think in lifetimes are of no use to statesmanship." Meaning, and I agree with this, that we need to think Generational. What kind of mothers am I raising? Another scary question.
To many rhetorical questions going through my head today.
