A pair of bicuspids

Today was not going to be a normal day, and I’ve known that for a while.  Awakening this morning was not calming because I knew what was in store for us…..so I thought.

The story is that my oldest daughter was scheduled to have a couple of teeth pulled in order to make room for a couple more that do not have any room to grow.  I was not looking forward to the day at all.  As I said…I knew what was in store for us.

Without all the details, it was tough on all of us, mainly in regards to the build up of what was about to happen to her.  There was some crying; some fiddling; and some shaking, by all three of us.  The pain after the procedure appeared to be something that was going to make it a long afternoon and evening, but less than 3 hours after the extraction, she was back to normal.

After dinner we took her out - she was rewarded with Crepes and Ice Cream.

As I sit here and type – with her quietly watching a movie – I’m simply amazed.  Amazed at how she has recovered so quickly; amazed at how much my heart wept with her today – how much I wanted to have the procedure done to myself instead of her; amazed at how much we all worried about something that happens everyday; amazed at how nothing else mattered today other than – HER.

She is all that mattered today. 

Although it was a tough day, I wouldn’t change it; I like that it was all about her today.  I promise to have more days like this – without something dramatic happening.

I love you Kaylee.

…running through my mind…

Soccer Practice

Cold, Windy and Damp are the best ways to describe this Saturday morning.  So I sit in my vehicle – instead of watching from the metal bleachers - and watch my 7-year-old at soccer practice.  Usually there are other adults to talk with and other sounds to keep my mind occupied, but this morning from the quietness of this vehicle, I let my mind wonder.  I wonder what has happened to those 7 years since this boy of mine was born.  It feels as though only a few months ago he was spitting up and laughing afterwards….only a few months ago he was crawling.

I now see him dribbling the ball, doing his exercises with the other players and kicking the ball more accurately than myself.  I see his motivation to get better at the game.  I see the excitement he has to interact with his friends and teammates.  I don’t know the right word for this….priveledged……blessed…..lucky…..I’m not sure what the word is, but I feel like I have just witnessed something.  If I would not have watched him – with all of myself – this morning, I would have missed more of those 7 years. 

Multi-tasking had been the crux of my daily life for many years now. I can’t explain how great I feel, that I was able – for a short period of time – to put down all the other issues I usually have on my mind and just watch my boy at soccer practice. 

When was the last time you just sat and watched someone you love do something that they love?

Hitting the Send Button is Easy…

I just typed out one of the more easy emails I have ever composed.

I have had a feud with another person for over a year and a half.  I remember the issues that got us to the place that I wanted to have nothing to do with him, however I do not remember all the tiny details that actually make up the feud.  The big things that got us here, are actually things that we agree on.  I’m shocked with that last sentence, the more I think about it.  We both are not content in sitting back and watching “wrongs” happen to people and do nothing about those “wrongs”.  We have this in common.  And this is good.  And overall, this is what started the feud.

Looking back, it’s probably not really a feud.  A feud take two sides to make up, doesn’t it?  I don’t think he has ill feelings towards me, like I have had of him in the past.  He has probably just kept his mouth shut around me because he knows that anything he says, I’ll use it against him and will not follow anything he does because of issues from the past.

As I look back, I’m disappointed that I used so much energy and time on something that I had no control over.  I’m also disappointed and a little embarrassed that I’ve attempted to show some Love in this world, yet I get caught up in my little pet projects to the point that I forget about that Love for others. It is as if this Love is for me and mine, no one else. 

That email I sent was an olive branch, an apology, and an offer of a rekindled friendship.  Over the last few months, I’ve grown a yearning to get back in the fold with this person.  As I sat down this morning, thinking about the good that is Life, I thought about this person a lot. 

The email was easy to compose, and hitting the send button was easy too.  I’m amazed at how easy it was.

 

…running through my mind…