Interruptions

Lately I’ve been thinking about interruptions.

Because there have been a LOT of them!

Perhaps that is because my brain seems foggy these days, and there are so many things coming at it I have a hard time focusing. Maybe if I had less interruptions I could stick to my tasks better and get more done?

Last week I had the opportunity to go to camp with my girls (long story, coming tomorrow). And I swear as we got ready to go there were at least 824 different interruptions. Lucy needed help packing and came to ask me about things on her list 53 times (she is extremely particular). I was trying to get summer scheduling done. My mind is filled up with everything Relief Society and with so many individual needs of these women I love so much. I am trying to finish an online college class. Claire’s summer internship is needing some details wrapped up. I have deep worries rolling through my head and heart for some of my kids, and want so much to figure out solutions. Blah blah blah. Our lists can all go on and on, am I right?

But through all those interruptions I kept thinking of this quite I adore:

INTERRUPTIONS
“When you are exasperated by interruptions, try to remember that their very frequency may indicate the value of your life. Only people who are full of help and strength are burdened by other persons’ needs. The interruptions which we chafe at are the credentials of our indispensability. The greatest condemnation that anybody could incur – and it is a danger to guard against – is to be so independent, so unhelpful, that nobody ever interrupts us, and we are left comfortably alone.”

-Anonymous
from The Anglican Digest

Oh how I dream of being left “comfortably alone” sometimes! But I love that this quote reminds me that interruptions are what life is all about. They are the very fiber of what makes a life beautiful.

Strengthening the feeble knees.

Comforting the wallowing hearts.

Stopping to listen to a friend.

The work of filling hungry bellies.

Working towards goals.

Dropping what we think it important because we realize something else is much more important.

That’s what it’s all about.

So I’m so grateful for that little reminder of the beauty of interruptions running through my head sometimes, and thought I’d share it again.

(My ten-years-ago motherhood interruptions have just been replaced with my current motherhood interruptions, but I loved looking back at this post back HERE to remember those days with so many little kids clinging to me…threads of gold in my memory bank that I thought were so frustrating at the time.)

Happy Tuesday! May your day be filled with the goodness of interruptions:)