I used to get caught up with such meaningless worry. I hadn’t realised my day to day tasks had become so time consuming and I was stressing over the smallest things. I was having a bad day if I was running late when it’s really just annoying but not the end of the world.
It probably wasn’t until my brother died that I started looking at my life differently. I took for granted those around me and thought they would always be there. But then of course things changed again for me when I was left on my own raising the four kids. I had no clue what I was doing or where I was going and had to work it out pretty quickly as I knew my kids needed me.
Simple routines were great but I learnt to let things go a little more and didn’t worry if things weren’t done at a certain time of day and there is always tomorrow! I was always trying to do everything myself which is impossible. But I do remember sitting with my kids playing with blocks and just chatting to them, I think it was just as good for me as it was for them.
Now the kids are older and there’s two more thrown in the mix, I‘ve learnt some valuable lessons along the way. I definitely feel calmer now and “embrace the chaos” as they say. However, I don’t let them run around like maniacs either!
Most importantly, I enjoy moments more with my kids as I know they won’t be young forever. My parents have been a great source of advice and on one occasion they gave me a book called “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff” written by Richard Carlson and it has since become my favourite motto! It doesn’t mean I give up but I’ve learnt to pick my battles. There are so many little things that we can focus on but in the big scheme of it all they don’t really matter.