Today the windchill makes it -30 grad, and so the schools are closed. My children are plugged in to our many electronic devices, and have no time for mom already. If I want to interact with them, I must plug in too. Can my soul be satisfied to simply observe them? I don't know, but that is the experiment of my life - a life that happened to me accidentally because I failed to demand the life I wanted. But then, did I want it in the first place if I failed to demand it. To quote my cousin's poem, or paraphrase, we become the things we want bad enough. Maybe I wanted a life, but I obviously didn't want it as much as I wanted to blend into the backdrop.
I am going to do the dishes, make coffee, and read a book in their presence, hoping that they notice me. I live a housewife existance...the world ignores my actions - marks only the omissions.
