I have this thing I do where I sometimes get things mixed up. I’ll take the things that happen in life that are seemingly small -things that have a way of “working themselves out” or that “just take care of themselves”- and almost compulsively obsess over them as if with enough worry and fretting I can magically control the uncontrollable. I don’t know why I do it. And yet, things that are a big deal, that really do mean something, I can almost passively dismiss. For instance, the other day a very fancy envelope came in the mail. It was sandwiched between my Pick ‘n Save ad and some credit card offers. I quickly pushed it aside, as I tore into that ad to see what meat was on sale that week so I could plan meals. Only later after passing it a few times on the countertop did I open it, and read what was inside. It was an invitation for Josh and I to his commencement luncheon for his PhD. As it set in that this was something that we should attend, and that it was happening on a Friday, my thought went to, “Oh no! I’ll have to find a babysitter!” In that moment I had decided it was ok to just send Josh, until he informed me that this luncheon preceded the actual commencement ceremony where he would be recognized for all of the years of hard work he put into getting said degree. Then I seriously thought, “Well, do we really have to go? We’ll just be going again next year when you get your M.D.?” Thankfully, even my own twisted head was able to answer this one for myself. Of course we are going! What is wrong with me?! The craziness of life has me jumbled. Sometimes it’s hard to sift through it all to remember to acknowledge the moments that are happening, right here and now, instead of getting lost in the chaos. So without further adieu, some moments…
Josie was taking a bath the other day. Jameson wasn’t. I turned my back for one second, and then, wouldn’t you know it? He was.
They were both delighted at this turn of events.
Church is exhausting. That didn’t come out right. The nursery wears these two down, so here they are letting the stress of the day melt off them while they wait for lunch to be served.
Josie has a little toy camera that she loves to take pictures with. When she prompts you for a photo she says, “Say cheese!” So you do. Then you look right at her and smile. Then she says, “No Mama, shut your eyes!”
True story.
I have about a hundred pictures with Josie giving me here best pose, much like this one here.
I’m not sure where all the pictures are of my other two, but perhaps I can leave you with a very thoughtful comment that Isaac made to me today.
He and I had gone to lunch. I’m learning that in order to really remember how much I love my two oldest boys, I have got to spend time with them separate from one another. Together, they are miserable company. No offense boys. So, recently I took Will out to eat, and today I took Isaac. We got into this conversation about getting shots in your back, as people often do, which led to me telling Isaac that it can be dangerous because if the shot isn’t given correctly, then you could end up paralyzed.
He pondered on this for a moment, and then said very thoughtfully, “Well, mom, one good thing about being paralyzed is that you would always win at a sitting still contest.”
And doggone-it, he’s right.
