Mary: We’re Made to Be With
The last two weeks have been a bit rough around the edges.
I take it back – they’ve been down right sloppy. And stinky. For realz. (sorry, sophomore students rubbing off on me).
Bad news has come by way of a broken sewage pipe (flushing a toilet and hearing water in the vents = oiy!), a van breakdown, a babysitter deciding to jump ship, and germs shared generously among the clan.
On the flip side, Sister decided on her own terms that diapers are a thing of the past, and, without a bit of instruction from us – is ‘mostly’ potty trained. Please remind me of this in the teen years. Perhaps I should remember that there’s nothing like 6 people dancing around the bathroom singing the celebratory potty song. Or perhaps I should keep the photographic evidence that Hubs sent me in his excitement. Meanwhile, please let me know if there’s a way I can snap this child out of her mission to use her pink Minnie Mouse “undywears” to control every single aspect of our lives. Time to leave the house? “OH – pee pee on the potty!” Time to go to bed? “OOPS – pee pee pee pee time for pee pee!” (all with a slight smirk)
A random Instagram comment on a favorite blogger’s account stuck with me this week – a pic of kids determined to follow their mamma, wanting only to be wherever she was, and a grandpa who noted via comment that we are, after all, made to be with. True dat. (again, sophomores)
Broken pipes and cars, childcare adjustments, stuffy noses – even great loss like my Sister-in-love endured this week – we get through it by being with. Because being with is the ultimate life-raft when the water gets deep.
And because the ups and downs are both best shared.