It’s my birthday too! And you guys are my birthday indulgence. So, thank you! I haven’t been able to justify sitting down and blogging as of late. Even now, I am surrounded by chores of all sizes that are screaming and yelling, and nagging on me much like my Kindergarten teacher from long ago with the scary twitchy eye.
Be quiet Mrs. TWITCHY! I mean, chores.
I’ll get to ya…it’s my birthday!
I get to do what I want.
I literally have 32.1 minutes sandwiched between obligations to write this post, and so please forgive me for not getting to my fabulous commenters from earlier posts, and not looking at any of your fantastical blogs. I’m trying to figure out this juggling act of Mom/Teacher/Friend/Chauffeur/Exerciser/Healthy Eater/Healthy Cooker/Writer/and a whole bunch of other roles in which I feel fortunate to have the opportunity to fill.
But I must confess, I find myself fascinated/annoyed at those that can pull all of it off. Were those folks just born with brains that are wired for efficiency?
I didn’t get that model. My brain tends to flit all over the place, kind of like one of my little preschoolers today that told me gleefully..”I have to keep moving! There’s so much to do!”as she dropped the book she was looking at and skittered off toward the easel that was waiting for her to paint her next masterpiece.
I really don’t know why organization and all things orderly goes against my very nature, but I’m fighting my chaotic tendencies like a bucking bronco. And some days I win, and most days I don’t.
But, back to important stuff, like my BIRTHDAY.
My Mom called me first thing this morning. And she told me the story of my arrival into my family, as she has done for my whole life.
I was her surprise, her blessing, her gift from God.
I came right on time.
I was perfect.
My Dad confessed that even though he had 3 girls, and everyone expected him to want a boy for a change, a 4th little girl was exactly what he wanted.
I was doted on my sisters, and drug to every high school event, passed from person to person.
I was spoiled by all my Mom’s and Dad’s friends who no longer had small children.
I was adored.
It all gets to me to thinking, what if every person on this planet had the gift of being cherished like this from the very beginning of their lives? What if they were reminded of it every time another birthday rolled around….and other times when they really needed to hear it?
I could be crazy, but I think it might be the beginning of world peace.
Thank you all for your continuing patience with me while I ride the bucking bronco of my helter-skelter brain. I appreciate it more than you know.♥Cheers!