I was buyontly flattened out in the tub last night and had this all the sudden HORRIBLE premonition of a conversation that could take place with Elijah in, say, 15 years.Elijah, "Hey, mom, do you remember that time that I made that SWEET airplane out of those bristle block toys that we had growing up and I came and showed it to you when you were doing "work" on the computer?"
Me, biting my lip and disheartened that I can't remember "ummmm, no. Sorry, hun."
This hasn't been an all-the-sudden realization but the idea of that conversation was all the sudden. I've known for some time now, but it's all-the-sudden sunk in that I spend way.too.much.time on the internet. The blessing and the curse of the "information super highway", of the "World Wide Web".
Fantastic - because now I have relationships that are a HUGE encouragement for me that I wouldn't have the opportunity to have otherwise (Facebook).
Fanastic - I have the option to go online to order something instead of loading my 3 boys up to drive 40 minutes to a store to get ONE thing (google chrome, or any web browser) or to check the weather or any number of other resources that don't exist OUTSIDE the internet.
Fantastic - Now I can get on and get creative ideas from countless other people of how to complete a project or fun ways to encourage my kids creativity.
Is this ALL that I do?! NOPE! I'm going to buy a timer to sit by the computer, soon, and when I sit down I will push it. When I get up I will stop it. At the end of the day I'm quite certain I will be horrified and appaled at how much time I WASTED online!
We are doing a study by Priscilla Shirer in my Thursday morning women's Bible study called, "Jonah - a life interrupted". I've heard numerous messages, been reading numerous books and have had numerous conversations and convictions lately that seem to be all pointing in this one direction. NOT that I need to shut down my access to the internet, but that I have viewed my children (not really knowing that I was doing so) as the main interruption in my life. They interrupt me when I'm talking to OTHER people (on facebook or in person). They interrupted my husband's and my childless relationship and the dynamic of our marriage was forced to change (as ANY child will do to ANY relationship - and I'm not saying it's a bad thing, it's just change). They interrupted, I feel, my easy going personality. I feel more uptight and high strung that I ever felt pre-child (but thats my fault). They interrupt my sleep. They interrupt my eating. They interrupt my crafting. They interrupt EV.ER.Y.THING!
NOW, before you get all bent out of shape and think that I'm child bashing, let me reassure you that you are very very wrong. I'm bashing ME! I'm bashing this ridiculous mindset that I've fallen into (again, without knowing I was) that my children are the problem. This isn't saying that I've never enjoyed being their mama. I have. Immensely, most of the time. I DO see the blessing that they are. But until last night, after I was done doing one of my "Jonah" lessons and was flattened, soaking in the tub, I didn't see that THEY have been my life's interruption, in my heart. I SO desperately desire time to myself and I feel like it just doesn't happen quiet enough. It can't. I have 3 little boys who are constantly, and rightfully so, clammering after my attention with every ounce of their beings! Jonah fleed God's command to go to Ninevah. I think MOST people would have. Those people were freaks! Scary business! Who wants to go to a freaky deaky city like that and tell them they are going to burn to the ground?! He ran and then he was et. By a big.fat.fish. He didn't give the chance to see, pre-whale injestion, that Nineva was God's call for his life. Until this point, I've failed to see that mama-ing is God's call for my life. Regardless of how much I buck it. Regardless of how much time I spend running (spending too many hours in front of the computer "escaping" my difficulties of motherhood) - regardless of how long it was going to ultimately take me to figure.it.out, being a mother is my Nineva. It's TERRIFYING to me! It was at the beginning and still is most days. There are so many other things that I saw myself doing - living in a cabin in the woods surrounded by majestic mountains and a thriving horse ranch - being a photo-journalist for National Geographic - traveling the world, intied, with my best friend, my husband. Experiencing all sorts of things that God has NOT given me to experience because he's given me THIS!!!!!

THREE PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL BOYS to raise up into men of faith! What tops that?!
Ouch!
"Interruptions only become positive when we consider the person or the circumstance interrupting to be more significant than that which currently occupies our attention." Priscilla Shirer
Yes, I consider my boys more important than Facebook, Pinterest and Google Chrome, but a lot of days go by that I certainly don't act that way. Posting status updates isn't my problem. Clicking on pinterest to quickly grab a recipe or for a second check just.how. to make that thing I've been working on, thats not the problem. The problem comes when little Mr. 14th month old Joel is shaking the baby gate and calling my name and I'm too busy checking out every one else's lives to go love on him. The problem comes when Elijah brings me something incredible that he's made with his bristle blocks (and I tell you what, that boy can BUILD with those things!) and I'm too busy "pinning" to turn and really look at and appreciate what he's made. The problem comes when Judah comes up to me and climbs to my lap, but I send him away because I get irritated when he gets in the way of my typing. THOSE are the problems. THAT is when I am giving the "information super highway" my Mama attention. When it becomes more important.
A side note: NO, I do not believe it's ever fallen into the category of "neglect". NO, I do not believe there needs to be any outside intervention. NO, I do not believe I am an extreme when it comes to this issue. It's just too extreme for me to ignore, anymore.
I don't want to push post. This is raw and I don't want anyone to know it. I don't want to admit it. But I have to. I have to because I know it's the first step to stopping the pattern. I have to because I KNOW I'm not alone in this. I truly believe it has become mainstream in our technology era and has become acceptable. It's not. Thats all there is to it.
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