A little pick me up

That's what Dan needs today, as he just told me on the phone from work and actually so do I.

It's interesting how things can go along just fine and then WHAM! all of the sudden things get all out of whack.

So after a morning of frustration over a variety of issues, I crawled back into my bed. Ava soon found me,

"How your face looks, Mom?


Sad?"

I really don't know if I answered her. She trotted away with tears in her own eyes and returned after a moment with a handful of goldfish crackers. For me.

"I want you to feel happy, Mom" she said through her tears which were only amplified by her guilt in knowing she was the author of much of my frustration. She left again and came back with 2 stuffed animals and a blanket. She was still undressed from the bath she requested and then refused because it hurt the scrape on her foot. She climbed into the bed with me. She gave me an animal. And laid down beside me.

Soon, Luke showed up. He climbed into the bed and joined our pile. He leaned his snotty face onto mine and patted my arm. And we stayed in like this for about 10 minutes, their smooth baby skin all around me.

And it's interesting how things can feel so cruddy and then S L O W L Y you can begin to feel better.

That was the best pick me up I've had in a while.

I think that it is in the nature of all of the best things to hold within in it the capacity for extremes. The most awful, hard, and difficult must have an equal reciprocal of the most joyful, peaceful, happy, and fulfilling. If being a mom were always joyful it would never be as joyful as being a mom when it is sometimes very difficult and sometimes very joyful. Or as some might sum it up-opposition in all things.