The March Of Motherhood

Living life according to a plan and routine and schedule has been my reality since I was a child. My mother engrained it in me to plan till the cows came home and to expect the joy of crossing things off the list to fuel you on to do more and more. Resting was for weanies.

I will admit that I like getting things done. I like checking off my to-do list. I just like it.

Accomplished and proud.

As I’ve aged, I’ve noticed that the list seems to grow longer and longer. With more stuff that I really don’t want to do. But feel compelled to do because of adulthood.

Ring a bell?

Marching to the beat of the “DO MORE” drum has a counter effect. It starts to wound one as tight as a drum.

Do. Do. Do. Do. More. More. More. More.

Guilt starts to creep in along with his cousin, resentment. Guilty that you live in a beautiful home but have cluttered it up. Guilty that life has been so busy that you let the health aspirations slide just a little. Comfy clothes and messy buns all to hide the bags developing under the eyes and the rolls appearing under the bra strap.

Resentment that no one sees you drowning in to-do list madness and that no one offers to help.

From this place it becomes really enticing to escape. Escape with an hour on social media scrolling the screen.

Escape with a little shopping trip online. A new pair of earrings and these cool sneaks will be a nice something to look forward to.

Escape with a glass of wine in the evening to take the edge of being Mommy off.

Our spines stiffen with all the responsibility and with the pace of life.

Did we forget that we were made to flow? To be bendable and beautiful?

To dance rather than march?

In all of that constriction of doing, we have forgotten how beautiful we truly are when we slow down and flow and dance with life.

Are you ready to let go of your resistance? Are you ready to return to you?