Heather said, “don’t even act like you have time to sit down and answer these questions.” (She’s right; I don’t.)

And my mom responded, “Heather has the best one. What makes you think you have time to answer anyone’s questions right now? Oh, I already know, “Make time to do what you want to do.” Think I have heard that.”

That’s right mom, you have heard that. You see, this is a philosophy issue. Because the requirements on my life will never go away. The laundry is never done, the dishwasher always needs to be unloaded, the vacuum lines on the carpet always disappear… BUT… I have to hang on by a thread to activities that refuel me and contribute to who I am. Luckily for you, one of those activities is blogging. :) Ha Ha. I’ve always admired parents who’ve successfully raised well-rounded, Christ-following, pleasant-to-be-around kids…and maintained their identites. I love my girls. With everything I am. But one day they’re going to go to college, and get married, and have families of their own. If my only identity is based in my girls and the corresponding chores necessary to take care of them, what will I be left with? Practically nothing. That’s how I feel when I don’t do anything Rebeccaish. Like Nothing. A shell of who I long to be, or who I used to be. A shell is far from abundant…in fact, it’s desolate. So, sometimes the laundry may sit for two days. Or the dishwasher might not get unloaded. Or (gasp!) my pantry may become unorganized. But chances are it’s because I’m reading, painting, listening to music, baking, or blogging…long after the girls go to bed. It makes me love life more and be a much better mom for them when they wake up in the morning.

(p.s. I think my mom understands this whether she always follows it or not, because she sneaks into her garden whenever possible. Right mom?)