WHY PRAIRIE SINGS?
I tend to focus on my task list and struggle with a desire for “completed work,” blind to the precious moments of getting “there.”
Since mother-work is not to be completed in a day, but rather the process of years, I needed to change my perspective, to see mother-work also as mother-play and mother-rest. I practice by taking pictures and jotting down thoughts, the words of a child or my husband.
At the end of a whirlwind day, I can take these scraps of pictures and words and reflect on them, shaping a marker that my family can return to again and again. To help us remember, to build us up, to make us smile, to give us hope.
“Be still and know that I am God” — sorting pictures and putting words to our lives helps me to do that. It helps me stop meal-making, directing, instruction, cleaning . . .to just stop.
And dwell in the life He has given us.
Prairie also reminds me to stop and dwell. She spends the bulk of her day read- singing. Many of her books are meant to be sung —The Wheels on the Bus, Mary Had a Little Lamb, Baa Baa Black Sheep. She is so content to sit and sing, looking at these same books day after day. When we put her in bed at night, she still sings, sometimes for hours, amazing Sid that she doesn’t go hoarse.
In capturing photos and writing for Prairie Sings, I remember to breathe. To dwell.
And then to sing where I dwell.
Even in a laundry basket.
Or on a potty.
In the middle of an unfinished building project and mess.
With each other.