I am blessed beyond measure with a man who is still taking care of his children. They don’t need much tending, but he is the first person they call when anything good or bad or funny or sad happens. If they have a question or learn some new bit of information, his phone rings or his text pings. Always Dad, not Mama. And I am good with that. I don’t know who I might have been had my own father been similar.
We had a good visit with the children yesterday. We also had time with the tiny girls, aka wild ones. They play together and fight over toys and love each other. One is fair and blonde haired, the other dark and brown haired. Both with brown eyes. Stubborn like him and his children.
What will life bring for them? Will I see them as grown women? Will they still want me to paint their nails and pile up in the bed to watch a movie and go to sleep snuggled next to me?
I’m sure he will teach them how to drive the buggy and the tractor. They will learn all about the cows they both love. I hope their interest will continue as they grow. It will mean so much to him.
He is like me about the children and grands. We don’t agree with the saying about skipping the kids to have the grandchildren. We adore our own two so much and always had great fun raising them. He loves being a father and that makes being a Paw Paw even sweeter.
My mood is a bit bittersweet this morning, though. I still miss my parents and his. They did not get to live out their full life span. How different life might have been. How different this day might have been. Life doesn’t go on happily ever after for anyone. We just have to savor each hour as it comes and not waste the next wishing for the last.
Happy Father’s Day to my Rock. And to my son. And to my son-in-law. And thank you, Father, for upholding me through this sometimes bittersweet journey. Help me, Lord Jesus, to savor the now.
Sometimes I get really aggravated. Not about anything in particular. Just everything in general. The garbage service didn’t pick up my trash again. I don’t know why and he isn’t answering the phone. The rain storm caught me by surprise today and I got damp and chilled. I watched the weather and the storm that came was not predicted by the weather man I was watching. My shoulder is hurting for unknown reasons. Hurting a lot. My honey is going to be away for a few days coming up and I am going to miss him terribly. I still have too many unresolved projects cluttering up my house and yard and life. I can’t find a new pair of shoes that won’t hurt my foot and will look dressy enough for my taste.
See. Nothing major. Just a lot of little things piled up. When I see my list of complaints in black and white, they seem even more trivial. I have loved ones going through very serious health problems. I have friends in various personal crises. There are terrible things happening out in the world at large.
But, sometimes I still have to stop and acknowledge that I have aggravations piling up and getting in the way of joy and thanksgiving. Just because my problems aren’t huge and not really problems at all, I still have to deal with them. They are like the dripping faucet. Something that needs to be fixed. And next week will have another round of problems to deal with. It is called life.
The up side of things today includes the following: I have steaks marinating and potatoes baking. Yes, for Monday supper. I have a great porch to sit on and rest my achy body. I had a lot of hot water to take a shower and warm up and relieve some of my shoulder ache. My honey is home. He is going to help with the trash problem. I got to visit with my daughter and her feller yesterday. We had shrimp gumbo. I have a crochet project I am enjoying. I have an embroidery project I am enjoying. I have a book to read I am enjoying. I just heard that a dear friend got a cancer free report today.
So, I will be joyful and thankful and glad with life and the blessings generously given to me. The orchids are still raining down even when I am aggravated. All I have to do is stop grumbling long enough to notice. Out of the darkness of my thoughts and into the light…………………