The weeks are blending together. Work is busy; not yet a whirlwind, but with the first few days of warm, sunny weather, it will be. Kids are doing their school thing. Tara is trying to get more and more involved in home life. It is the first week without help at home since a week before surgery. While that is slightly overwhelming for her, it is also a welcome challenge….I think.
The reality of life has struck. Day 1 of life without help at home went well, but Tara is spent. I try to look ahead to see when it will be different, and I just can’t see it. I want so bad for Tara to be back to her old self, and life to go back to the old normal. But I can’t ask that of her right now and life won’t go back to the way it was.
We are in a fight and wartime rules apply. The men and women in the trenches didn’t get much sleep and a lot was asked of them for a season. A lot was also asked of the American family during World War 2. Men were at war so women filled the businesses and factories, and took on new roles at home. It was the way it had to be. Women became the breadwinners, the protectors, and more.
Now Tara is at war, and many of her roles are being taken on by me and the family. We want to do it but man is it hard. Simply not knowing when this phase will be over is one of the hardest thing for me. How can I budget my strength and endurance when I can’t see the end? How can I set a pace for the family? It shouldn’t be this hard, right?
God will sustain us. He will be faithful.