Warning: Pointless and unrelated drivel ensues.
It’s Friday, y’all. Good gravy, another week of life down the drain. How does that happen so quickly? I am positive that when I was in Sister Luke’s 5th grade class, that one day time actually stood still. During long division class time did not advance one minute for three solid hours. It’s documented somewhere in the annals of St. Cabrini history.
Speaking of St. Cabrini, I am reminded of this: Back in the summer of 2004 (which seems like it should be last year), my 8th grade class got together for a class reunion and we toured the school, all eight rooms. Sadly that school closed recently (moment of silence).
Anyway, still hanging in the hallway since 1966 when I was in 1st grade, was a big picture of Jesus (you know the one) with a portrait of John F. Kennedy to the left and a portrait of The Pope on the right. Just as it will be in heaven. I don’t know why I bring this up, but it made me laugh then as it does now just thinking of it. The message in that arrangement is not very subtle, even for a 1st grader.
There was mostly good stuff this week.
We had several spring-like days this week. It was in the 80s here, so that was lovely and a very nice reprieve from our so-called winter. Sean and I got out and went “scootering” as he calls it. It is entirely too much fun to jog behind him as he hot rods around the neighborhood on that little red Radio Flyer scooter. At five, he’s so happy and delighted with every aspect of life and unburdened with woes of any kind. To witness that kind of unfiltered joy kind of makes up for the fact that my den looks like the Lego factory exploded in it.
Which brings me to pointless point number two, or is it three? I’ve lost track:
Old Coffee Table: Time, Newsweek, Architectural Digest, Art in America, Venetian blown glass object d’arte, cocktails and appetizers.
New Coffee Table: Ranger Rick, Highlights, Lego sculpture, 2-day-old sippy cup of milk, half eaten Ritz cracker and a small pair of dirty socks.
Wednesday I was honored to speak to an amazing group of young moms and chat with them about seeking joy on this astonishingly beautiful, difficult, precious, absurd journey that is motherhood. I went to offer encouragement but I believe that I left with more than I brought. I get to speak to another group of moms this coming week on the same topic and I’m very much looking forward to it.
Monday, I’ve got a super awesome give away from the PhotoWorks.com people, some spending money with them, just in time for Valentine’s Day. So you might want to go there and snoop around and see what you might like to have. Check back in on Monday to see what hoops I’m going to make you jump through for that. I love it when in the interest of winning something, y’all reveal something of yourselves to me because you guys are fascinating and always make me laugh.
And finally, I will leave you with this story, a rare golden moment in parenting when I think I got it right. And all because I kept my mouth shut.
Yesterday, my friend Shelly invited Sean over after school to play with her little boy Max. When I picked Sean up, he and Max were having a great time playing outside with the garden hose and he had obviously had a very good time.
On the way home, he mentioned that Max has all kinds of cool stuff.
“He’s got a really big play room with lots and lots of really big toys,” he said with a tinge of envy in his voice, “And he also has a big swing set with a fort. And a swimming pool. Max has everything.”
Sidebar: Yet, they were outside playing with the garden hose and some plastic cups.
I had my speech all ready to go, you know the one: There will always be people who have more than you, but there will always be a lot more people who have a whole lot less than you. I would remind him of how blessed he is and of how much he has for which to be thankful. I might even go so far as to tell him that some children don’t even have enough to eat. Although the last time I used that line, he said they should just get their mom to go to the store.
But I didn’t. I didn’t say those things. I just kept my mouth shut and waited and watched his face in the rear view mirror.
“But, you know what?” he finally said, “I’ve got a lot of toys too. I’m lucky.”
Sometimes the truth is taught and other times it is discovered.
When we got to a stop light, I turned around and told him that he was an awesome little boy and I was so glad that I got to be his mom.
And if that was the only good thing that had happened all week, it would have been enough.
Have a great weekend y’all.