Do I seem a little distracted when I talk to you?
Do I have a hurried way about me when you see me at church or bump into me at the grocery story?
Do I seem like my mind is somewhere else when you call me on the phone?
I’m sorry. Really. I want to know all about what is on your mind. I want to listen, to really listen. I want to call you at a moment’s notice to go out for coffee or to go running, to catch my breath from this chaos.
But I’m in this certain season of life that requires me to be a bit “internal-focused.”
Sometimes I don’t like making bowls of cheerios and painting with watercolors and making “sticker crafts” and doing the choo-choo train and holding a baby 24/7.
But mostly I do.
Mostly, I know that these menial tasks are shaping my daughters’ hearts. I know that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So, yes, I am a little distracted. I can’t just drop everything and go (because that “everything” means the world to me).
I hope you’ll forgive me for that.
I hope you’ll still call and e-mail and comment on my daily doings on Facebook and invite me to fun functions. Because I do think about you. I do care.
I’m just a little bit distracted by the two little girls that fill up my heart: