Another moment of domestic madness came last night, with me rushing around the kitchen dodging my husband Al who was pulling steaming food from the oven, kids yelling at each other from the other side of the kitchen bench. Al thought out loud, ‘Imagine what our day would look like if we only did what we wanted to do, rather than what we had to do?’ Without a thought I started listing, ‘ Well, I wouldn’t do housework, shopping, washing clothes…’ My daughter looked steadily at us, age 8, and said, ‘it would be full of love.’ I stopped and stared at her. Did I ever have that wisdom, or did I just lose it on the path to responsibility.
what life looks like
