Growing up I remember Mama being in the middle of her day to dailies, blowing upwards to move the hair out of her eyes, sighing, and saying, “When I come back, I’m coming back as a show horse. This work horse deal is for the birds.”
Oh Mama. You’re so funny.
I thought she was. And yet, now I get it. Bless her, she worked hard on loving us and proving that she did with good food, a clean house, clean clothes that fit, and all the hugs we could handle. We never lacked for anything we needed.
Yesterday morning as I took Miss Sophie out for her morning constitutional, I was wishing she would hurry along and let the spirit “move” her. Of course all she could think about was sniffing every square inch of grass and sidewalk and keeping tabs on the bricklayers as they worked across the street. All I could think about was how cold I was.
My hands were frozen. My toes were like ice. I could no longer feel my nose. And I looked down at my little ball of fluff and wondered, How are you not freezing?
I mean, I know she’s covered with a nice winter coat, but those paws–really? How was she NOT in a hurry to get her business done and let’s go settle by the fire?
And I thought about how amazing a dog’s paws are.
Tough enough to withstand walking on all kinds of surfaces–hard, rough, soft, rocky, slippery–and in all kinds of temperatures–hot, cold, and everything in between. She wasn’t crying or whining about the temperature or conditions.
And that’s when I decided–
I wanna come back as a dog’s paw.
All this winter, my feet have been frozen. It’s almost more than I can bear–cold feet. And it goes all the way up and chills me to the bone all over. When Miss Sophie decides to lay on my frozen toes, I stop and give thanks, I’m so happy.
So yes, coming back as a dog’s paw might help with the whole being cold problem, but it’s more than that.
A dog’s paw is resilient. And keeps on moving–even in the worst of conditions.
It holds up no matter the heat or the cold. And it’s flexible. Have you ever pushed on your puppy’s paw? Amazing.
Because I know in this life, things are never predictable. Our lives can go from hot to cold in a heartbeat, and THEY DO. Tough times ARE going to happen. Being flexible is the key to survival in a lot of my days.
To be able to hold up under pressure, no matter the circumstances, and keep on putting one foot in front of the other.
Yes, please. THAT.
Tonight I’m thankful for my ball of fluffy love. She’s quirky just like the rest of us, and I love her. I’m thankful for walks and that we have a safe place to do that. I do not take that lightly. Most of all, I’m thankful for the memory of Mama and her laughter that has echoed in my heart and head today.
(I know this was a far-fetched train of thought, but I’ve been thinking a lot about being resilient and strong, especially when life throws you curveballs like rain and cold and really hard things. Also, cold feet. And puppy paws are really quite amazing.)
Love to all.