It has been a people-busy few days in our house over the festive period, and by nature I enjoy being with people, but I need downtime alone. This has been incrediably sparse the last few days.
But there is something that I have noticed. Each time I leave the room to try and get some time by myself (and ok, I don't go up to my bedroom because I feel that would be too antisocial!), invariably I am followed within the space of a few minutes by most of the people in the house. Usually it starts with the children, followed by the adults. I started to get a little annoyed with it, but then I realised that it really is quite a compliment.
A mother is the heart of the home, whether that is a conscious decision or not. She is where it is at, and people want to be there. She provides love and security, just by being. And sometimes as a mother, it is so hard to just be. But sometimes, it is all the people around her want.
But there is something that I have noticed. Each time I leave the room to try and get some time by myself (and ok, I don't go up to my bedroom because I feel that would be too antisocial!), invariably I am followed within the space of a few minutes by most of the people in the house. Usually it starts with the children, followed by the adults. I started to get a little annoyed with it, but then I realised that it really is quite a compliment.
A mother is the heart of the home, whether that is a conscious decision or not. She is where it is at, and people want to be there. She provides love and security, just by being. And sometimes as a mother, it is so hard to just be. But sometimes, it is all the people around her want.
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