Friday, September 20, 2013
Shoe shopping, bike helmets and mama prattle
I've been on mental overload lately.
I want to be the mama that fills her home with grace and creates a refuge from the world. But right now I'm just the mama that feels like the world is piling up around her. Not to mention the dishes, the laundry and the dust bunnies. Literally.
There are seasons of life that aren't necessarily all smooth sailing.
I know this to be true.
And sometimes if feels like the sailboat is caught in a typhoon. When everyone is out of the house and there is finally a moment to catch up on errands, the phone calls, or the absolutely disgusting windows that that dog has rubbed his grimy nose against for far too long, the last thing I want to do is all that stuff. All I want to do is crawl up in a ball and close my eyes and be alone in my quiet.
Like I said, I want to be the other kind of mama... full of smiles and encouragement that creates a safe haven for her family.
But right now, I am not.
There are some undisclosed struggles and changes going on in the Crazy house right now. That I won't disclose.
Funny, I went shoe shopping a couple nights ago. And it helped. Shoes have a miraculous power to transform a woman's mind set don't ya' think?
Patch has been riding his bike to school these days. It's about 10 miles one way, but he really prefers to ride there on his own. It's an independence thing me thinks.
The first bike helmet was too small. Then he couldn't find the bigger one. We finally just bought a new one, because after all he is riding a long distance at pretty fast speeds in a big city in the proximity of some very fast moving cars. The new helmet never even got out of the bag before it was misplaced too. It went on like that for days so still he didn't wear it. Not that he was necessarily opposed to wearing it. It was just the whole finding it and doing it thing that got in the way of being 15 years old.
I finally laid down the law and said he could not leave the house until it was on his head the following morning. And sure enough, the new helmet was found and on his head as he rode off yesterday.
That afternoon, the very first day he wore his helmet, we got a call from him. He was riding home and crashed pretty hard. Papa went to pick him up and discovered that Patch got his front wheel caught and did a header on the pavement, cracking the front of his helmet in the process. His helmet mind you, not his head. Those things are to crack. There's quite a bit a road rash too, but again I'm reminded of God's grace right there staring me in the face in the midst of the typhoon.
I'm trying to be a mama that makes her home and family a place for all to enjoy and love to be. And some of the time it is. But these days it seems like everything is against that objective, including my heart.
I hear ballet flats are all the rage. Me thinks I am in need of another pair of shoes.