I love me some dirt therapy. Do you know what I mean by that? Getting out and digging around in the dirt, pulling weeds, and nurturing flowers. I love it, despite how much it makes my legs and back hurt when I let the weeds grow up and take over like they have. 
Every time I've walked past my front flower garden this spring, I get mixed emotions. One is to cringe because of how badly I've let the grass and weeds take over.
The other is to praise God for the beauty of His creation. Because, y'all. My flowers have been stunning this spring.

The last few years, our family has participated in a huge convention called Lads to Leaders. It's a place where our kids can practice song leading, speeches, Scripture reading, and Bible Bowl, among other things--in other words, practice and learn so they can be leaders in the church in a few years. It's so much fun and rewarding and great, but it's also Easter weekend, which can be exhausting and a bit overwhelming.
Well, silly me, I can't let go of our other traditions we've instigated all these years, which complicates things even more.

The first foot pedal I learned to use wasn't in a vehicle. It was attached to a sewing machine.
I fully admit I have a rather charmed life. I had two grandmothers and a mother who knew how to sew (along with several aunts). I grew up knowing about quilting and crochet and embroidery and cross stitch. Doing crafts. Baking. Gardening and canning. Entering items in the fair to see if we could win a ribbon.
Am I as good as the women who came before me at doing all these things? Probably not. But I carry on the traditions of "homemaker" as best I can, pulling out the sewing machine and preserving veggies in the summer. And my children see me doing it, which means hopefully we'll have another generation after me to carry it forward again.

From the years when our children were little bitty and couldn't sit still through until now, when there are still wiggles and moments it's hard for them to focus, my husband and I have had one goal. Bring our children up to love God. To us, that means being at Sunday school and worship services and all things in between. Every time the doors are open. We also sing hymns and praise songs around the house and in the car. We talk about God in our everyday conversations. Because they need to see God in us more than anything.
But that doesn't mean it's always been easy. Bringing a baby to church sometimes means the mama doesn't get anything out of the services for a while because she's so focused on teaching how to be quiet. Or making sure cheerios aren't spilled all over the floor.