Things I am not good at: Stress, stress & stress.
If you know me personally, you know that I don’t handle stress well. Like ever.
And for me: stress = pain. Pain that generally manifests into horrible back & neck pain, and headaches. Pain that is not controlled with OTC meds, because the pain is not the problem. The stress is the problem.
So what do I stress about? Conflicting work schedules, stress from a strong willed 3 year old (that is finally potty-trained…praise the Lord!), stress from that pesky congestion that our 5 year old has…praying it doesn’t turn into anything else. And a few other things that you really don’t care about, so I’ll spare you the petty details. All things that I really have no control of, so therefore I really should not stress about them.
And then the other stresses like: Stress from the blessing of an over abundantly producing garden that I MUST do something with (waste not, want not,right?!)….WHOA. Back up. Yep. I just said stress from a blessing.
You probably think I am horrible. Like I just slapped the hand
the hand that helps feed our family super good food in this case that feeds us or something. Stay with me here….maybe I’ve taken this blessing & actually turned it INTO a problem. A totally unnecessary problem that may or may not have caused me to shed a few tears.
Please don’t get me wrong or take me as ungrateful.
I LOVE gardening, I LOVE cooking, I LOVE preserving. In fact, those were all my outlets from stress in the beginning. A pantry/deep freeze full of chickens we processed our self, deer meat given to us, colorful jars of homegrown & canned veggies/jams/sauces that will give our bodies nutrition, help our grocery bill & gift to others makes my heart ever-so-happy. I am thankful for this creative outlet that actually produces something that is worth-a-darn.
Some of my (125+) pretties:
I think I took that dad-gum “waste not, want not” expression to heart. Somewhere in our never ending sea of tomato plants & okra- I lost sight the other things that are important. You know- like cuddling & reading books with the kiddos, meaningful conversations with my ever-so patient, amazing, hunky husband, and a good glass of wine while indulging in some favorite shows on TV. My job is not to be the best mom ever in the history of moms. It’s to be the best I can be- for me, my husband, and the kids. In that order. Momma can’t take care of everyone else if she ain’t takin’ care of herself, ya’ know?
Surely you can relate on some level. I’m imagining your heads nodding up & down. It makes me feel better. Feel free to leave me a comment & share your experience(s) in failure of super-mom to make me feel better. Or some stress management tips that work for you. Go ahead. Don’t be shy.
So, I am breaking up with my canner, temporarily. I’ll soon be putting the canner up until Spring (right after I get my delicious jalapeno jelly canned for Christmas). I have an appointment with an acupuncturist today to alleviate some debilitating back pain I’ve been experiencing (aka takin’ care of momma). Now I just need to snuggle those kiddos, sip that glass of wine while watching The Andy Griffith Show with the hubby & I’ll be all set.
Oh, and if I offer you fresh produce, please take it. You’d being doing us both a favor!
Now who wants okra?!