Time might be flying, but I'm not having fun.
These last couple weeks have been very challenging. I've had to summon my inner strength to keep going. And then I had to dig deeper and find the reserve supply of energy and faith and courage.
While I have managed to do this, it was not always with a smile on my face.
I'd make a lousy poker player. I don't bluff well. And when something bothers me, it's evident. When something thrills me, I react vividly as well... you'll see my eyes light up and I'll clap like a trained seal. I'm easier to read than a large print newspaper!
I try to see the glass half full. There's always someone worse off than me. I can walk, and travel, and cook my own meals. Luxuries not understood unless you are disabled or have had these privileges taken away.
Perhaps this bad weather; this extended winter was brought to us to teach us patience. Perhaps we are learning a valuable life lesson in endurance and resilience and patience. I'm starting to learn. But you will not catch me at a poker table!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
Sweet Gestures
My older son doesn't get a lot of press. I don't write about him very often. That's not to say he's not notable. He's a wonderful boy, of strong character, great intelligence and warmth. He's pretty quiet, unless he's on a roll... then he could be a stand up comedian.
We don't travel often together, so there aren't that many stories from the road. He's very independent, like his mother, so he doesn't ask for much.
He's the kind of kid who'd grin ear to ear if you tossed him a $5 unexpectedly or bought a milkshake for him.
Lately, I've been working a lot. So I haven't seen that much of him. Tonight when I got home he gave me a hug. And asked if he could make me some tea. I was very touched by the gesture. Then he brought me the tea, and noted there was just a touch of sugar in it. Indeed, that's the way I like it. The fact that he knew that, and remembered and did it without prompting made me "glowy." What a great kid! The strong and silent type who sees what you do, what you like and also remembers it.
What a gesture! What a great kid! I'm so blessed. <3
We don't travel often together, so there aren't that many stories from the road. He's very independent, like his mother, so he doesn't ask for much.
He's the kind of kid who'd grin ear to ear if you tossed him a $5 unexpectedly or bought a milkshake for him.
Lately, I've been working a lot. So I haven't seen that much of him. Tonight when I got home he gave me a hug. And asked if he could make me some tea. I was very touched by the gesture. Then he brought me the tea, and noted there was just a touch of sugar in it. Indeed, that's the way I like it. The fact that he knew that, and remembered and did it without prompting made me "glowy." What a great kid! The strong and silent type who sees what you do, what you like and also remembers it.
What a gesture! What a great kid! I'm so blessed. <3
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)