I should have read “Lessons” Monday, before I left for the 9-5. I arrived to find my office floor partially flooded. A co-worker had moved some things from the floor to my desk top to protect them from damage. I appreciate her effort. The mess still left me with a negative attitude. I had that emotional reaction I wrote about avoiding last week.
That is the way all three of my work days have gone. I did have a few good things after work. My front flower bed got some attention. I found a good container and decorations for our candy bowl donations at the 9-5. Guesses of how many pieces of candy are sold to raise money for local charity. One of many projects my workplace does to help our community. I stopped by our newly opened dollar store and loaded a gift bag of goodies for my soon-to-be six year old great niece. Or is it grandniece?
Last weekend was a fine time with some friends. Festival going and boutique shopping finished off by my first try at a local Italian restaurant. My entrée was delicious! The coming weekend promises to be wonderful, too. I will see my all my little girls. Niece, grand nieces, daughter……..I have in mind to revisit a place from my distant past. It will depend on my daughter’s schedule.
I don’t expect the 9-5 to be much less stressful tomorrow. Too much to do in too little time. Mentally demanding tasks and a multitude of interruptions make for stress.
The simple beauty of things includes a fabulous white cloud gleaming in the sky before me all the way home. Then, at that same dollar store stop, I found Blue Bell’s Camo ice cream. I had forgotten about them introducing it. I had looked for it previously without success. Without paying much attention, it suddenly caught my eye in the freezer case. I need to wrap up this post and go get a bowl of it.
Now that I think about it, the week hasn’t been so bad after all. Once again, He has used my own keyboard to show me how wonderful is my life. He and I will get a big bowl of ice cream and be thankful for all the wonderfulness He is pouring into our life.
California Dream arriving in November and now a Texas Honey arriving in late April or early May. Those are the best beautiful blessings. Nine to five, weeds in the flower bed, a trick back, all those troubles fade away before the wonder of those two little ones.
My heart feels as billowy as that fine cloud I saw shining in the sky before me…………………
I have noticed a change. I am sure it has been occurring more and more in recent years. But, I realized it this morning.
As is common with children as they become teenagers and young adults learning to use their wings, mine would sometimes respond to unsolicited advice with a less than positive attitude. “Mom, I’ve got this.”
I had the privilege of spending time with our daughter at her first full dress rehearsal as a theater teacher. She had the parents of the middle schoolers attend. I spent time doing make up, encouraging quiet backstage, helping actors get to various places. Afterward, as we were driving home, she and I chatted on the phone. I suggested some things and she happily agreed.
Then, again this morning, I suggested another idea and she readily agreed. I have a similar response from our son these days. When I suggest some option to his situation, he doesn’t put me off. He actually welcomes my input. Whether they take my advice or not is irrelevant. I just appreciate the chance to be part of their lives in a new dimension.
I remember when they were the ages of my great nieces. At five, it’s just about playing and having fun. At 20 months, it is just about playing and being cuddled. I love being able to watch the older one change from toddler to girl and the younger from baby to toddler. But, each changing stage is poignant. Reminding me of time racing and lives changing. Please slow down just for a minute or two each day old world. My love is still pouring out for that little one of yesterday.
My mind goes back to a teenage boy I once knew. He was new to town and his amber eyes melted my heart. He was strong and stubborn. Stronger and more stubborn than me. Yet, his love for me was tender and passionate. There is a man’s man in his place now. Still strong and stubborn. Gentler and more patient than the middle days. Nevertheless, he is not a bear I want to cross. I am still amazed at how much he loves me.
Our life together is the best part of me. I told someone recently, my life mainly consists of my 9 to 5, a little housework, going to church and tagging along after him. Tagging along is the best part of my life. I love to tag along with him and with our children. You should see the path of orchid petals they leave behind for me to enjoy!