I caught a flash of a thought provoking headline the other day, it stated ‘disorganised? chaotic? This is why you should relax & embrace your inefficiency’. And, it got me thinking…
Try and picture me now, I wish I’d asked Isla to take a photograph as evidence of this…we’ve arrived home in a freezing sleet shower, the girls have ran into the house to avoid getting hyperthermia and behind them I come staggering through the slosh of mud and mush of our lane. I’m carrying: two rucksacks, my oversized handbag, a weighty bag of food shopping, plus wellies and Molly’s Forest School bag. Oh and a coat belonging to one of the girls. I feel like I’m competing in the World’s Strongest Man contest heaving and huffing, shaking arms at breaking point and all the while trying not to fall arse over tit.
This happens every day. To most parents everywhere.
As parents we feel the urge to encourage and nurture our children’s love of hobbies and interests. But with this tide of parental affection and ultimate pleasure and pride when you witness your littlest one swimming unaided for the very first time ,comes a price. There’s no way on earth I would be able to arrive anywhere vaguely on time, with all the correct kit and equipment if I didn’t spend hours organising myself. I like being efficient and systematic, I need an element of control to know that a week of school and out of school classes and clubs are attended and enjoyed by the girls. That the fridge is stocked and that the animals have full bellies. But does this make me feel really happy?
If I give myself a moment to ponder this long and hard, the answer probably is no – not entirely. Do I feel we need a little more chaos and anarchy in our lives, yes I probably do. So how do I balance our weekly juggling regime with a little more spontaneity and excitement? I’m not sure yet but it’s something that I’m going to investigate a little further….and with this in mind my mantra will be from now on ‘what’s the worse that can happen’? If Molly’s swimming hat is missing or I’ve not packed a pack of raisins for the girls to snack on, Isla’s homework isn’t completed to an exacting standard and on time – what does it actually matter? I believe we’d all learn that life isn’t always perfect and controllable, that hiccups happen and that its never the end of the world if the bins don’t go out on the right day! Could this be a new dawn in the Halls’ household? Just perhaps….