“I can’t believe you have the patience to homeschool.”
“I could never do that.”
So often, it is not the actual act of planning lessons and teaching subjects that defeat us. It is the coffee that no one else seems able to make, but they are sure willing to drink it. It is the dirty dishes and the greasy stove that cast a shadow over what was otherwise a delightful meal.
I’m excited to see the beauty of these daily tasks through new eyes and the reminder that joy is present in the drudgery if I can open myself up to a new way of seeing.
“To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization.”
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Pursue immortality, searching for forever,
But postpone to consider where momentarily time delays,
Repeating always, labors never finished,
Abode of classic timelessness, residing in the kitchen
Hidden in unwelcome chores, nonpareil moments lay
As bubbles gleam thoughts form and too, ascend
Swiftly comes dissatisfaction, focused outwardly on substance
Searching, searching, never seeing beauty in the fire
Awaken tendrils softly, contentment rising onwards
Does reflecting grease portray unrivaled stardust from within?
Resentment of vulgarian tasks procures no advantage.
Opportunity begrudged by me is celebrated by another.
Poem by Madeline McQuilling