It seems that anything is possible over coffee in a quiet cafe.
Even studying a biography 600+ pages long by three mothers whose combined progeny number fourteen. Fourteen souls to care for, wash for, cook for, run about for, and yet, three mothers laid aside a portion of time, of energy, of brain, to read and discuss together.
When you’re in the thick of it, in the swirl of parenting young children, a coffee with adults is luxurious. Add to it conversations of depth, on history, theology, politics, and it becomes downright heavenly.
We are reading Eric Metaxas’s biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the German pastor who plotted to assassinate Hitler, eventually dying in a concentration camp. There is so much to respond to, so much to think over, and it’s a true gift to do so with friends.
Most of my day is spent in cooking, feeding, and cleaning up from cooking and feeding, peppered with laundry and reversing the chaos of toys wrought by my toddlers. I find myself ever so grateful to add the discipline of study and reflection into my duties; it has become a priority, and this is due to the ladies who have banded together with me. We are happily obliged to one another to keep up, keep going forward; make reading an important task, which clearly, it is.