Six Word Saturday

Why can’t I get it right?

Yes, I do realize that it is SUNDAY!  I have spent a large part of the day debating over posting this. I have decided to post it, with a qualification. I am generally an upbeat and optimistic person, but every once in a while I experience a twinge of discontent.

This feeling, while uncomfortable, is essential in stimulating growth. If I was constantly and consistently content, I would never feel the need to make any changes in my life. That niggling feeling that something isn’t quite right provides a crucial impetus to personal development.

That being said, it still boggles my mind that 17 years of marriage and 5 kids later, we still do not know how to create a beautiful, uplifting and inspirational Friday night. Despite my best efforts, we all arrive at the Shabbat table Friday night in complete disarray. We are clean and well dressed but it is just a show. Inside, we are hungry and tired and often feel like we have run a marathon, without the adreneline buzz!

Granted once we eat, we all become mostly human again. Until we get too tired for coherent conversation… When we wake up in the morning, rested and recharged, we forget all about our Friday night troubles and wholeheartedly enter the realm of Shabbat. And it is wonderful!

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About wottparenting

I am mother to 5 delightful human beings, and hold a B.A. in Literature, an M.A. in Curriculum and Instruction, and a Ph.D. in Listening and Agreeing. This blog invites you to join me as I continue my learning journey with my children.
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4 Responses to Six Word Saturday

  1. My sister says you need Shabbos to recover from Shabbos.

  2. tila says:

    The problem is we set our expectations too high. It happened to me this past Shabbat. DH needs to take it in late, and by the time we hear kiddish we are all ready to spit buttons and kill. DH expects the kids to be bright eyed and bushy tailed, yelling at every thing that just is not as he expects it, and I get all upset because he is being too harsh. After all it is Shabbat and meant to be peaceful. I have come to look at Shabbos in a negative way. Yet, every Friday morning I will still set up the bread machine for challah , and I pain stakingly plan a menu in my disillusined world.

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