Have you ever had something you knew you needed to do, because it was the Right Thing, but you just didn't want to do it because you wanted to exercise your free will to say NO! I am currently in that unpleasant place between acquiescence and outright rebellion.
Even though doing the Right Thing would make sense, and make many people happy, I still just want to dig in my heels, then stomp, and say, like a little child, no, no, No, NO!
One of my baby sisters does this, too. Can I call her baby sister if she is pregnant with her own? Is she still a baby sister? Anyway, she used to say no to things our parents asked her to do, and then she would do them anyway. She exercised her right to resist passively. Then she still did the right thing.
Sometimes I am just sick of passive resistance. I want to become Actively Resistant. I want to go to rallies. I want to speak at them, and to wave flags, and to be caught up in a Cause that is more than just mundane old Motherhood. I want to be one of those badly behaved women who make history.
The irritating thing is that my children are young Now. And Later, the opportunity to give in to some drudgery in exchange for the little golden moments of Mommy Magic will be gone. The laundry, the dishes, the floors, I do not love. I delay them. I passively resist them. But the cuddles, the story reading, the swinging, the funny little sayings — those I find it impossible to resist. I guess I am glad about them. I guess I treasure them even though I sometimes want to dismiss them so I can pursue something Bigger.
But just wait. When all the children are in school, I am going to go get that Masters in Dietetic Science, and I am going to agitate my way into a Healthier America! Or at least Southern Utah. Or something.
This is my 700th post on this blog. Please feel free to send gifts and other kindnesses in celebration.