We're going to need lots and lots of concrete for paving purposes here. 'Cause my road to hell is gonna be really smooth--I've got good intentions coming out the wazoo.
I guess Haiti is partly responsible for getting me thinking, but my feelings of boredom today didn't help. I couldn't figure out what to do, so I went shopping. And it really bothered me. It's not like my baby couldn't use some more (very cheap and well-deliberated with plenty of guilt) clothes. It just seems like I could use my time so much better. Yes, I needed to get out of the house. But I'm just tired of the banality of it all. Isn't there more I could do to make a difference in the world, in the lives of my children, than buying cute little stripey girl shirts?
True, opportunities to make a difference are limited when there are three little demanding kids running around. I can't take them everywhere. They won't sit quietly while I bake bread or visit people. They enjoy beating on small animals. They get bored and whine about nothing every day. So yeah, it's a challenge. And yes, I'm making a difference by raising my children. Blah, blah, blah. I've heard it before. I know it's true.
But it's not enough. There has to be something else I can do.
I just don't know where to start.
There has to be something where I can bring my children, where they can see what really matters, where I can get out of the house, where I can contribute. Because I think if I hear my kids whine because it's not fair that they only got three granola bars that day, I'm going to strangle them. I don't think that would serve anyone, would it?