I want to write, to have interesting things to say, maybe make
a difference to someone.
But I am really, really ordinary and most of my days are not interesting at all. My day, on paper,
would not inspire.
I lie in bed thinking about how little I have to say and how ordinary I am. I long for beautiful words
to spill from my fingertips out to you.
Surely there is something of worth in my mind, right?
I have no idea about the worth of my own mind but I know
where my worth is found and it has nothing to do with what I may write...or not write. I begin to see
that blessed are these ordinary days.
Blessed is the heaviness of a blanket and two quilts on a
cold morning. What I mean is…it simply
feels good to wake to warmth and physical comfort. You know, warm, heavy blankets feel good on
my legs. That’s it. Simple.
Good.
Blessed is the sound of my sons playing quietly in the next
room.
Blessed is my daughter still wrapped up, completely sideways,
sleeping in the bed that belonged to my grandmother.
Blessed is the donut shop and every bite of that Boston Crème
and I don’t care how many calories it is because today it made me happy to be
there and it made my kids happy to start our morning like this, in a donut shop
and you know what? Judge me
irresponsible but those hot chocolates with all their wonderful sugar, that was
blessed too and we WILL do that again.
Blessed is a lunch of simple leftovers where everyone
chooses what they want and we eat yet another simply boring meal…together. Blessed is the laughter that goes with it.
Blessed is the sibling rivalry. I am not sure how but they worked it out and
perhaps taught each other lessons about doing unto others that my preaching
could never accomplish.
Blessed are library books and the worlds they bring to our
ordinary, slightly dingy red couch which, by the way, the dog licks when we are
gone. Seriously, he licks the edges of
the couch. I don’t know why. Just thought I would throw in that boring
little bit of reality.
Blessed are knee socks and veggie trays with ranch dip.
Blessed are the many conversations we have had today about
the plot of The Magician’s Nephew and The Horse and His Boy and Legos and how
Aquaman had the money to buy the elaborate mansion that Six and Seven built for
him and did you know that when Anakin isn’t fighting battles he has pet snakes
and a dry cleaning establishment? I am
grateful to know these things inside the minds of those I love.
Blessed are vacuum cleaners and all the dog hair that they
remove from my life. Blessed is our good
dog who really does not care what his kids, my kids, do to him.
I anticipate that our ordinary dinner of hamburger
stroganoff with I don’t yet know what else will be blessed because sweet daddy
(my husband) will be home tonight.
I
guess ordinary can be pretty great.
Blessedly ordinary,
Michele
