I have the back-to-school crazies.
If you have school-aged kids, you might know what I’m talking about.
The noise of commercials, piles of junk adds, and onslaught of school-bus-yellow stuff in the front aisles of every grocery, super store and department store I enter is all enough to careen me head first into the valley of distraught and fanatical mothers. You’d think after seven years of it, I’d have found a way to cope.
But I haven’t.
Year after year, I fail miserably at deflecting the gimmies and I-wannas, feeling like a loser mom if I can’t (or just plain won’t) buy my kid a new backback when their one from last year is barely broken in; or that I recycle school supplies; or that I don’t buy all the latest-and-greatest locker outfitting trinkets from the teen catalogs barging into my home.
Yet I want to be different. I want to be content. I want to be at peace with the conservative decisions I make, and I want to leave a legacy of contentment to my kids, teaching them to reduce, re-use, and recycle. Because after school is said and done, life isn’t about what’s in your locker or on your back. It’s about making the most out of what you have; about leaning on God and not over laptops; about being joyful in all circumstances, even when your off-label jeans hang wrong in all the wrong places.
But the pressure lurks.
And I feel the knot of wanna-gimmie-need-it-now twisting inside.
Until I make myself stop and listen and wait for the One who tells me to be still. Waiting long enough, standing still in one place, the goodness–the plenty–comes into focus. And I realize, at once ashamed and relieved, that I am blessed; that my kids have enough if they have a soft place to lay their head and a mama to hold them at night; that the sound of a trumpet vine is louder than any gotta-have commercial ever made, and a butterfly’s wings on our back patio is enough to silence the incessant, materialistic madness.
It’s hard to be different in a world that screams at us to all be alike.
But in that difference lies true contentment.
How about you?
Where do you find contentment during this crazy time of year? How do you avoid or tune out the suffocating thrust of materialism, and how do you find and rest in God?
Here are a few pictures Middle Son and I took on the back patio this week. Consider the lillies . . . pursue the wonder . . . and the truth that God and His grace are enough.