I stood staring at the calendar Friday night. Something was wrong. There was nothing written in the Saturday box. I told myself to think. Think. Think. THINK! Obviously I had forgotten something. There is never a square on the calendar without something written. There is always some place one of us is required to be or some task needing attention on or before a certain date. Saturday was gloriously blank and not because I had forgotten something. It was a... [Read More]Read more
I left the house this morning just before 9 a.m. to drop off my youngest at preschool. I was rocking this Thursday. I had exercised, dropped three kids off at school, done dishes, cleaned two bathrooms, put one load of laundry in the washing machine and sorted a second pile. It wasn’t even 9 a.m.
I was riding a supermom high. That feeling is rare in this house. I remembered paperwork to take to preschool, books to take to the library and was on time to a morning meeting. The meeting was productive and reassuring. I walked to the parking lot feeling fantastic on my way to some me-time with friends at a local coffee shop. In the parking lot, I ran into a friend I don’t see often enough and had time to chat. Thursday was blessing me.
Then I turned the ignition key on the vehicle and heard “click, click, click.” Ugh. The high stopped there.
I waited a few minutes only to try again with the same outcome. I’m grateful my husband works in town and only blocks from where I was parked. A quick call and my knight was there to rescue me. It wasn’t fast or easy. We had to wait for a parking spot close enough for him to hook up jumper cables. A friend had to pick up my daughter from preschool and bring her to me. I missed a much-anticipated coffee date with gal pals. BUT after a few minutes of thinking maybe the issue was bigger than the battery, the vehicle roared to life.
I was blessed with an efficient morning and then blessed through an obstacle. It’s a blessing my husband has a career that allows him to play knight when needed. It’s a blessing to have friends who are willing to help with kids. It’s a blessing to have two vehicles that work (mostly). It’s a blessing the weather was sunny and beautiful instead of bitter and snowy. It’s a blessing to be instantly able to connect with people in a parking lot seeking assistance and apologizing for missed plans.
I felt blessed through the high and low of this morning. This afternoon is shaping itself to be more like my pre-9 a.m. hours. Unless the vehicle doesn’t start for school pickup.
Our youngest is not impressed with the recent cold temperatures in Wyoming. She had to be pried from the cocoon of warmth and comfort her bed provided this morning. She scowled as she ate breakfast and stomped off to get dressed for the day. We were bundling up to drive to middle school for drop-off when she exclaimed, “Why do we live here?!” Her brothers and I just stared at her as her rant continued. “I want to wear flip... [Read More]Read more
I believe in the power of prayer. A gathering of people praying for the same cause has the ability to bring me to tears. People praying and laying hands on each other renews my spirits. Community is powerful. I went to church this past Sunday morning assuming the motions would be the same. I know where to sit. I know about how long praise will last, followed by any reminders, a prayer, a sermon, a prayer and dismissal with a... [Read More]Read more
This parenting business is tricky. I have entire days that just seem difficult from sunrise to sunset. No one is listening or has apparently never listened to any advice or direction I’ve ever offered. Parenting issues seem to spiral and compound until I’m deflated and exhausted. On any given day, I can fluctuate from completely capable parent to inept 100 times. Then there are days like yesterday. I was gifted with a strong reminder that all the effort required to... [Read More]Read more
I’ve been sifting through old photographs and making digital copies to preserve what remains from a photo album of yellowing 35-year-old memories. The desire to archive photos for my extended family led me to sitting in front of my scanner weeping for the majority of Monday. I wept tears of sadness for the smiling people in the photos that have been gone more than a decade and some even longer. I wept for all the young people in our family... [Read More]Read more
My kids brought 13 ½ pounds of candy into the house last night, and only three of the four kids went trick-of-treating. We didn’t even walk to that many houses, or for very long. I swear every year the candy in their bags increases exponentially. As much as the kids beg to, I don’t let them eat whatever they want on Halloween. A couple of pieces is good. The next morning we sort through what they have. The living room... [Read More]Read more
“You’re always helping and never with us.” Truth from my nine-year-old filled me with guilt, even if “never” was a bit of an exaggeration. We were talking about the upcoming annual fall festival at the elementary school my two youngest boys attend. I was telling them about some of the games and how they’d have to help daddy get costumes together before they came up to the school that night. I’d already be up there helping. That prompted the small... [Read More]Read more
I watch our 12-year-old straddle the line between childhood and being a teenager on a daily basis. He struggles with wanting to spend hours in the basement building LEGOs with his younger brothers and crawling onto the couch with headphones and listening to music. I wasn’t surprised when he said he was too old to don a costume for Halloween. I was disappointed to see that door close, but had a feeling it was coming. I reminded him he could... [Read More]Read more
We spent Saturday at our Alma Mater taking in this year’s homecoming festivities. We live close enough to visit several times a year for sporting events, but this visit was different. This was the first time in over a decade I walked across campus alone. I offered to walk back to where we had parked our vehicle and move it closer to the football stadium. I started out walking briskly against the crowd heading to the stadium. My pace slowed... [Read More]Read more