Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Day 6 - Snow Angels . . .

Dear Rah,

Today started our fair to partly cloudy.  I really was still not feeling well, but had meetings today and simply could not afford to miss work again.  PLUS how many Hallmark movies can one REALLY watch and still function somewhat normally  (I do believe I am a happy endings, Hallmark, Christmas junky)!  Alas, off to work I went.  HOWEVER, monkey wrench . . . my tire was too low to drive.  It was flurrying out, and as you well know, my straightened hair does some really funky things when wet.  By the time I aired up my tire with the air compressor and got on my way, my hair was messed up and I was running late.  

When I got on the roads, well simply put, they were crap!  Icy in some places, slushy in others, and just kind of a mess.  I contemplated breakfast at McDonald's as sometimes that is kind of good, but I still was not feeling well, was running late, and quite frankly, my waistline says, "PUT THE SAUSAGE AND EGG MCMUFFIN DOWN!!!!!"  Nope, didn't stop!  Yayyyyy me!

I tell you this all of the time, I love the BOBBY BONE'S show!!!!  They make me laugh in the morning, they bring a little sunshine into my day, and on some level, I have let them into my bubble.  Today they drew names for Christmas which is always a major production.  Bobby gives great gifts and Lunchbox not so much.  Everybody wants Bobby to draw their name and NOBODY wants Lunchbox to draw theirs.  I kinda feel bad for the guy, and then he speaks!  FUNNY STUFF!

Lunchbox got married this year.  He went to his wife's families for Thanksgiving.  He was telling the story where the whole fam was sitting in the living room.  He left for a little bit and then came back to join them, when . . . wait for it . . . his mother-in-law says out loud in front over everyone that she smells POT!  Then she focuses on her brand new son-in-law and asks him if he was smoking weed.  He was appalled, embarrassed, and humiliated, but truth be told, I laughed out loud!!!!  Poor guy said he did NOT smoke nor does he smoke pot!

I love my job!  Even amidst the chaos and craziness I love who I work with and what I do.  I usually have to make my rounds before I ever start my day.  I stop and see Rachel, then Emma, my Claudia, and any number of others prior to hitting my office for the day.  I find that I am way more functional if I get rid of a few of my 5000 words for the day!  PLUS, I love them and they make my work life a lot happier!!!  I went to a meeting and opened up my texts to see this HILARIOUS picture from Bunky after shaving when No-Shave-November was over.  I actually did LAUGH OUT LOUD!!!  TOO FUNNY!




Then IT happened.  Sarah . . . being a mom is really tough sometimes.  You called and had a major meltdown and I just did not know what to say.   I was telling Claudia today that I feel that way often.  I wish that I had words, but more often than not, they escape me and all I can do is listen and wish. There are so many things that I wish for you that I know will never, ever come true because unfortunately they are a part of life.  

I wish that you never had to financially struggle.  I wish that when you needed money it was readily available.  I do know that it all comes out in the wash.  I tell you this so often.  Just when you think that you cannot handle one more financial strain, something happens that relieves a little pressure for you.  BUT I wish that you never, ever had to feel that way as it is painful to watch as a mom.  

I wish that you always knew how beautiful you are, inside and out!  

I wish that you never had to look in the mirror and find your faults, because quite honestly, the more we look, the more we find.  Perhaps that is what keeps us humble and appreciative of what God blessed us with.  If all we focus on is the outside, we miss the most beautiful part of a human being . . . the inside.

I wish that your relationship would always be filled with rainbows and butterflies, but I know that it will not.  You will struggle.  You will wonder how you can possibly make ends meet.  You will sacrifice for the greater good of the marriage.  You will argue and disagree.  You will wonder how you ever lived without one another and you will wonder if you will be able to handle living together for the rest of your lives.  You will drive each other crazy.  There will be thunderstorms, but there will also be the most beautiful of rainbows.  Life is not like the Hallmark movie where the relationship stops at the happy ending.  There is no ending as long as you and Jesse are still writing you life's story . . . the happy comes from the chapters you write . . . even the ones you would like to edit out.

I wish that you would always be able to find the joy in life.  HOWEVER, if you never experienced the sadness, the pain, the challenges, and the suffering, how would you know the joy that comes from living this crazy ride we call life?

I wish that I could protect you from everything that could potentially hurt you and cause you pain.  When you were in my tummy, I ate right, I didn't drink or smoke, and I did all of the things to protect you while I could.  Life was simpler then because you were close to my heart where I could keep you safe from the harsh realities of life.  Rah, life is not simple.  I cannot protect you.  All I can do is walk with you and always let you know how very much you are loved . . . not matter what.

I wish that you always see the beauty in this world amidst the darkness.  Tonight I came home and the snow was beautiful.  I took in all of my stuff and found myself gazing around at the beauty of the snow.  It is so clean and white . . . then it happened . . . I tried to resist it, but I could NOT!  I closed my eyes and I plopped butt end into the snow.  I laid back and I made an angel.  It is not perfect.  It is not beautiful.  It is not glorious, but the moment was amazing!  I felt like I was a little girl again making snow angels with my mama.  Baby girl  . . . I wish you angels in the snow filled with all of the joy that life has to offer.  Take the time to count your blessings . . .  that is my greatest wish.

More than Most,
Mom


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