The fourth of July got me thinking about women's independence. What do I think of when I think of an independent woman? I think of someone who is organized, has a great career, and takes care of themselves. That is one tall order.
There's no doubt I have a type A personality. Organization to me is like losing twenty pounds after eating pound cake every day for two weeks. It is a thrill to say the least. I have been in this use it or lose it"mood lately. Throwing out things, de-cluttering the house. The truth is if you aren't using something and enjoying it, it chokes you. You feel dead when your house is piled up with stuff. It nags at you like a hundred page paper that is overdue. But does organizing make me independent?
My friend and pastor Jimmy told a whole story about when he went to China to pick up his little girl. He had forgotten so many things but this girl "Jennifer", had everything from paper clips to band-aids all in marked ziploc bags. Sigh.
They were relieved to have a "Jennifer" with them. She saved the day! She was a champ!
Sometimes though, those "Jennifers" are exhausted and wish you'd pack your own damn stuff.
Many is the time I have packed Landon up with a bag full of preparation. I mean wipes, toys, snacks, games, diapers and the like. Sometimes it's exhausting and I long for the old days when I could just head out the door with a bag with nothing in it! Or just my keys! GASP! Or not call and remind my sister it's someones birthday even though I have her a calendar with the birthdays on it. Or maybe be really late getting somewhere with no guilt at all. Not my life I guess...
I'm starting to wonder though if all this organization weighs me down or frees me up? Does it make me more independent? Sometimes yes, and sometimes no.
Yes, when I finish writing a script, plan a great party, remember all Landon's school stuff, and always have clean clothes and underwear.
No, when things like photo albums and messy closets make me lose sleep, cleaning and laundry take up my writing time, or when I organize and plan a party and am too worried about how it's going, to have any fun.
No, when I find myself organizing vs playing with Landon and enjoying him. BIG NO.
I like being a Jennifer. I'm proud of it in fact. I know when I am in charge things get done and done well. Isn't it the Jennifers who rule the world? I guess the real challenge is to still take time for yourself and not get too overwhelmed.
I know people that take advantage of us Jennifers every day. Stop it! Right NOW! Appreciate us for how wonderful we are or when you spill something on your shirt we won't offer you the baby wipe that's in our bag.
If your kids are dying to have a "sleep over" but are too young, try having a pretend one. Invite the friend over and leave the kids with a baby sitter while you and the parents go out for dinner. Let the kids have their sleeping bags and PJ's and go to sleep. When they wake up in the morning asking where their friend is, say they just left!