Bits and Pieces Time

School wraps up for the holidays today, and while I’m looking forward to jumping of the hamster wheel, I also know that the kids will be turning on each other out of boredom in about 2 days. They really don’t have any idea what to do with free time at this age.

Also, today the older 3 kids leave for a week on their annual Christmas/Birthday ski trip. I have mixed feelings about these trips. I have participated in some of them, been unable to attend others, and have finally decided that there is no comfortable place I can occupy about them. The kids enjoys them, which makes me happy, and I generally endure them.

I am still in a holding pattern on many other things and hoping for the best, but am generally starting to feel a bit more as if things will be ok in the end. It’s stirring up a lot of questions about faith and trust and the meaning of life.

I look at the never-ending clutter around me, so much of it produced by the kids and I start to think again about purging. Simplifying my life. I don’t really want to spend my time taking care of ‘stuff’. I find looking after the kids is enough.

Lastly, while driving to an appointment the other day though, I caught a split-second glimpse into a strangers life that just made my whole day. Sitting in my car at a stop light, a movement through the crosswalk caught my eye. There was a middle-aged woman in a wheelchair, her lap absolutely piled high with Christmas items just bought from the store. She clutched big tins with Santas on them, tall rolls of wrapping paper loaded up in the tins and towering over her shoulder, and she was being pushed by a younger girl as fast as she could go, just flying across that intersection. There was a smile of such gasping, wide-eyed joy on this lady’s face, and I could only guess at the wonderful feeling of speed on the face of someone whom fate had put the brakes on. It may have been the fastest moment of wonderful ever delivered to me. My smile matched hers.

Society is still so uncomfortable with physical handicaps, and I don’t exclude myself from that grouping no matter how much I wish I could.  So on top of being denied some of the basic mobility that we take for granted, they must also struggle with terrible feelings invisibility. But at that moment, for me, she was the clearest, brightest presence I had seen all week.

Merry Christmas.

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2 Comments, Comment or Ping

  1. Rhonda

    awesome post!

    December 22nd, 2010

  2. Rhonda

    I love moments like this!

    December 22nd, 2010

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