Ever since Faith started and settled well in school, those three hours have been a real treat to me. Suddenly, I find that I have time to myself without “Mama, Mama” ringing in my ears. I could poo in peace (sorry for being crude) for once and indulge in a book. Oh, how long have I not read any literature? Children’s storybooks I have read aplenty but books that nourish my soul? Hardly.
Putting Faith in school seems like a good choice now especially when she’s not resisting it.
Now, I could do Pilates without rushing off to pick F up and to squeeze in some time to read,
get my body moving and the heart pumping while admiring God’s creation and all of nature’s beauty,
work on my cakes and figurines in peace without having to stop halfway to tend to a whining toddler,
I feel a part of that old me has returned. All these while, I have been busying myself with being a mother. A lot of what I have been doing revolve around her. Whenever I place Faith with my parents/in-laws, it would be because I need to run an errand or do some teaching of classes. I’m always rushing from place to place and at times, things are not done properly.
Now that I have three hours (2.5 hours to be exact) to myself, I’m going to treasure those quiet moments and find myself again.
I was lost in motherhood… and I need to come back.
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