meaning

I am happy to say that as the days and weeks of being home full time grow in number I feel more at home.  I've learned to approach tasks differently, to let the children be when they need it (or I do), gaining confidence in small bits and pieces.

I am not doing anything big or grand, or even unique.  But with each small measure, small moment, small accomplishment, my confidence grows.

I've always been creative and resourceful, so I shouldn't be surprised when those talents kick in during our days.  But often still am.  Like the other day, when in a wee short amount of time I whipped up play dough for the kids.  I hadn't realized we were out when I suggested the always good distraction of play dough.  But oh yes, that volcano science experiment last week used up the last of it.

So in the bit of time I had, we made some.  And confidence grew as I realized that even on those days when I feel out of sorts, or out of ideas, or out of abilities.  I can do it. 

Nothing unique, nothing big, nothing grand. 

But something meaningful.