Many times we read books about great women who were great home-makers, who disciplined their children tenderly and taught them great values. A few examples are oft given to elaborate these and other points, but many times they do not exceed a few paragraphs. The entire life of these women’s home-making deeds are summed up in a few (measly) paragraphs, and that’s about it.
So the other day I read the poem “do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas and it struck me as beautiful and strongly moving. Just in case you have not read the poem, here it is.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Many times I have come across profiles of big CEOs who run several companies, sit on several boards, take charge of charities, write several books not to mention offer guidance and mentoring in their family circles. Many people look up to them, and when it comes to the truly great, they make those around them feel t hat they too, can become great. They make it look like it is actually possible to do so many things and touch so many lives.
You can’t fault silence, and neither can you regret it. You experience no guilt about something that you did not say. You do not mess up your character or reputation and you do not assume responsibilities for promises you made. You do not have to sooth or undo any pains that may have otherwise been caused. There are no words to take back, no regrets, and no-one is disrespected.
It would be dishonest of me if I did not write about my feelings about my previous post. I have never had such an overwhelming response in terms of likes and shares. Ever. So that threw me off-balance, and I really didn’t know how to go about it the next time.
I feared that I would write something that wasn’t as ‘inspiring’ as that one, and I would disappoint people. I even consulted with an expert in the field.
When I got there, I requested to withdraw a certain amount. He agreed. He asked whether I had my ID, I said I’d forgotten it in the rush to get out of the house. He said that he couldn’t let me withdraw because I didn’t have my ID and that he’d already had his account blocked for a month for allowing that to happen with someone else.
Just the other day, a friend and I were talking about my morning schedule, now that I work from home. I told her how I do it. I wake up, prepare the family, have my devotion, handle the housework and then sit at my desk to begin the other work – Amazing Girl Mentorship Services and Cool Media, not to mention my studies – I’m pursuing my Masters in Library and Information Science at Kenyatta University.
I ran after her and covered her shadow with mine, and she couldn’t see hers any more. I made gestures with my hands and she copied them. We looked funny!
I was talking with a friend this morning, reflecting on the 3 months I have been in business. It was a long conversation, but I’ll try to summarize it here.
And yes, just to clarify, a MomPreneur is a Mum who is also an entrepreneur, whose main focus is family; but she also has the ability and skills to generate income for her family and still pursue other professional goals. A Mompreneur is also defined as a female business owner who is actively balancing the role of mom and the role of entrepreneur.
I didn’t make the bed this morning.
I’ve been doing some spring-cleaning this morning. While folding clothes in the bedroom, I got really tired. I was tempted to make the bed and lie in it, a little, perhaps, just to catch my breath and then continue.
But I didn’t want to, because I know myself. I would probably have made it then set myself on it. I would probably have closed my eyes for the perfect rest, and well, truth be told, dozed off. I would have woken up to the next urgent thing, and cleaning under the bed would have been put off for another time.