A tale of two cities today.
Earlier today I was discussing with my sister how interesting it was that some of the happiest moments in our lives were completely simplistic, unexpected, and surprisingly without fanfare. Mine: I was sitting by an open window November, 2008 (do you remember how warm it was - 60-70s for a few days), folding a zillion onesies and baby socks after bringing Seth home from the hospital. Both boys were napping: Ryan getting used to his big boy bed and Seth in his swing next to me. I was dead tired and sore, surrounded by mess - but it was the most beautiful mess I've ever seen: little clothes, gifts from family and friends, thank you notes to be written, Mom in the kitchen making tons of food. And this feeling of peace, contentment and happiness just washed over me and I'll never forget it. I was so happy to be blessed by such a wonderful family.
My sister shared her similar moment: "I was sitting in the nursery on a gorgeous summer day, when my first little boy, M, was tiny. M was peacefully lying on a blanket on the floor (in the sunlight to fight his jaundice, as instructed). I was just watching him look around, wave his little hands and feet, make all those little baby noises. Nursery lullabies were playing. I rocked and rocked, not caring that there were other things I could be doing. I just loved my baby and the moment of joy."
Do you remember those moments? Do they jump out of your memory so clearly that they make you gasp? Do they bring tears to your eyes?
Then.....to tonight. I've had sick kids for a LONG time now and I had screaming/crying for 3 straight hours tonight- no joking. That's a first. I've never had it that bad before. I was out of my mind. I couldn't do anything to help them. Troy was at conferences. Boy did I lose it. Patience was shot, I was in physical pain, mentally exhuasted, and angry that I couldn't fix the situation. But think about it: that was 3 hours and I was ready to kick the bucket. I put Seth to bed and as he kept crying in his bed, he was holding my hand as we prayed....and I prayed and prayed and prayed for more patience, strength, wisdom, energy. Pretty humbling that God can put up with me for 29 years of my crying/screaming/annoying/disobedient behavior, but 2 little boys about do me in after only 3 hours. Hmmmmm. My prayers changed really quickly to ones of thankfulness and awe.
Share your quiet but amazing moments of joy, will you? Please! I think we need to celebrate them!