Happy Monday! Let me share with you, The Bukbok Apocalypse, my article on Mothering Heights.
Last year, when we were yaya-less for what seemed like forever, my husband and I took turns tackling chores and caring for Anna—she was four—while we scrambled after work deadlines and appeased clients. The household and work to-do’s were eroding the joy out of our home. Anna demanded my attention in the daytime, and I could work on my many projects only at night and well into the dawn. We were sleep- and life-deprived. Once, as my husband washed the dishes and I stared morosely at a pile of laundry, I shared with him a Zen truth that I needed to learn: “Before Enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After Enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.” The chores were there regardless of the state of the world or the state of my heart.