Years ago, in a manic rush one afternoon, I made a lengthy list of things-to-do on a paper napkin. E put everything into perspective when she picked up that napkin, not five minutes later, and blew her nose on it.
Today I still make lists. Lengthy lists, at times. I’ve simply upgraded from paper napkins to an Excel spreadsheet.
I don’t think there is anything wrong with lists. I don’t think there is anything wrong with being busy. In fact, I believe that, in Morrissey’s words, “The devil will find work for idle hands to do”.
But I also believe in the principle of good, better, best. Do my lists of things-to-do reflect what I publicly claim to be “best”?
Sister Julie Beck: “Wise mothers…are selective about their own activities and involvement to conserve their limited strength in order to maximize their influence where it matters most…These mothers choose carefully, and do not try to choose it all.”
I was only recently reminded of Sister Beck’s courageous address. When it was originally delivered, I must have been distracted. Upon re-reading her words, though, I felt many emotions, culminating in a greater desire to mother those I am, for a short time, privileged to mother.
I double checked my list of lists of things-to-do, and blew my own nose on a few.
Give her 8 1/2 minutes of your day: