The people who care…
Oh. My. Gosh. The people who care. They are just coming out of the woodwork and it is so great. Each word, comment, prayer, text, and email buoys my steps and eases the weight.
This morning there was no crying in the shower. I got to play with and feed Greta. I’ve been peppered with cheering messages all morning. I have never been so happy that I am so normal this morning and that I am doing the laundry. Laundry has always been one of my favorite tasks because it is so concrete and I can accomplish something that I can see. As a stay-at-home-mom, there are many, many jobs that I do that are of the repeat.repeat.repeat. variety and nothing really changes. I mean, these kids, do you know they want to eat three meals a day? Like, every single day? I often joke that the first three years of life with a small child is all about wiping: wiping cheeks, wiping surfaces, wiping butts, wiping boogies. It’s not glamorous work, but I’m not glamorous either, so I love it.
Tonight I meet with Dr. Awesome and hear her part of The Plan. Her directness and truth-telling have been exactly what I need. She rocks. I know that she is studying my results and preparing, thinking, anticipating. (All while I do laundry! ) Later, I have the MRI of my liver and spine. Yep, those tests that were ordered yesterday are happening today. People are wheeling and dealing and breaking the rules and asking for favors all on my behalf. I am free to just be me and all of these amazing things are going on in the background.
I pray and I think about all of the goodness.
I am special, I am not boring. So many people have shown me love in the past 4 days that these words have different meanings for me than they did on Day 1.
I will delight in the normal and I will revel in the good. God is clearly protecting me. And you, you, are His sheild.