With my first knock down episode of mastitis since having Emily (almost a year), I was reminded once again of what is important in this short life we are given.
It certainly is not how much canning I get done this season, how many knitting projects are finished, nor how much money can be made.
How I just have to stop sometimes - stop and have a cup of coffee and a slice chocolate chip zucchini bread, stop and give a family member a compliment, stop and remember to get together a gift for a friend.
What matters are the relationships I have - between my husband, family and friends and what how my children will remember their mother. Will they remember me as being grumpy and hurried trying to get a million things done at once? or Will they remember me as a mother that worked hard but always had time to stop and listen, read a story or play a game?
I want to be the mother in the second option and sometimes spending the day in bed realizing that life continues to go on with or without me - is the best medicine of all.