oday my husband took the big 4 to ride
bikes in the church parking lot. They were away
for a good 3 hours or so. Aside from my 21
month old, Jeremiah, I was alone in the house
and even though he didn’t want to nap, he was
so easy and compliant; playing with his “car-ees.”
I was so grateful for this time; so much needed.
I felt spoiled by it. I felt like I deserved it. Like
life was on hold until this moment when I could
finally breathe and listen and hear absolutely
nothing..or, almost nothing..
It was a gift.
I took a long bath. I think I sat in there for almost
an hour and read a book my mama gave me a
few days ago. Jeremiah came in to stand beside
the tub and jabber away and run his cars along
the ledge. Once in awhile, he’d drop one in and
have me retrieve it, a quiet giggle and sparkle
in his eye as he pointed and said “car!” Then,
“dank doo, Mama,” and back to vroom-vrooming
them along the porcelain.
After I got out of the tub, I put on a comfy flowing skirt and short-sleeve shirt and sat on my
exercise ball as I continued to read the book and
simultaneously play with my son when he wanted my attention. A gentle breeze floated in and
out of the open windows and sliding glass door,
calming my normally-frazzled mind.
to keep on top of everything, while battling a
constant state of anxiety and some dark moments of depression, as well as the usual busy
life of H