I've been reading Mckenzee the Little House on the Prairie chapter books. She LOVES them and I love that she loves them. They are my very own worn chapter books that my mother read to me. Some have bent covers, some are in pieces, but that makes them all the more lovable. Every night I intend to read one chapter and am easily coerced into more. When Chris reads to her I have to go and reread for myself what he read so I can be ready for the next day.
When I first started reading the books to her I couldn't help my by envious of their way of life. Not because it was easy, it was definitely not that, but it was simple. Everyone knew what had to be done and they did it. They could fit everything they owned in a covered wagon. The children played outside everyday, all day and didn't go to school until they were 8 and 9. They didn't have money, but they had everything they needed and were happy.
Here lately I am just longing for simplicity. I am drained from keeping up with all these things we have chosen to put on ourselves and put ourselves in. I want to get rid of our stuff that fills up our home where everyone has their very own room with too many things, and I want to roam the woods with my children and a big dog.
On that note, tonight I am tired because I have been online shopping for hours for the right pair of boots for Mckenzee and myself for our family pictures next week. Even as I say that I hear how ridiculous and selfish it sounds. What a complete waste of time and energy and really money that I would agonize over choosing these stupid shoes. I wonder what "Ma" would think? "For shame."