I’ve had a challenging week. My younger child has been home several days with a stomach virus. I forget how different my days are when my kids don’t go to school, especially my daughter with autism.

So, instead of checking off a list of accomplishments on my “to do” list, I’ve scrubbed crayon and pencil off walls, changed diapers, and chased a child. I’ve also felt isolated and lonely. Instead of working at my computer in silence, I chatted on the phone when I had a chance.

Now, I look back over the week and feel like I’ve accomplished nothing. But is that true? No. I can see that my list of “to do’s” is not the most important thing in my life. I don’t have to be a world famous author or design scrap books that are museum worthy. I don’t have to produce gourmet meals and have a perfect yard and house. There is nothing wrong with those things, but I put so much pressure on myself to achieve. Why? All I have to do is what God puts in front of me for the day. At this phase of my life it’s being a mommy. And when I think about it, being a loving mommy is pretty spectacular in itself. So, just like my friend I wrote about in “Doing nothing,” I see that I am, indeed, doing something wonderful.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go clean lotion off the table …