Today has been one of those years.
Y’all ever have one of those?
I was waiting on a service person to come out to the house. I’m sitting here eight hours later, and still nothing–not even a phone call.
I was trying to motivate folks to clear a path so the person could actually get to the place that needed tending to.
I was also attempting to educate all the little people.
And so, today, I found myself thinking of the Goose from Charlotte’s Web. And I felt empathy and kinship and I’m pretty sure she is my–and every mother’s–spirit animal.
Because she repeats herself
As I repeated AGAIN what pages to read or gave out my preferences about the relocation of the Legos for the umpteenth time, she came to mind, and I smiled. I was weary, but I was smiling.
Because she understands.
Last week I got so tired of repeating myself, I put school lessons off and we focused on picking up, cleaning, and culling outgrown clothes and toys. For two days straight, we worked and picked up and I was starting to feel a little better about the house. And stuff. I sat down to put my feet up for a minute in the only quiet room in the house. That was when I heard Cooter come in. *sigh*
“Buddy, please go in the other room and do what I asked you to do.”
“But, but, I’m doing this.”
I looked over where he was plopped down on the rug. With a notebook.
“I asked you to finish picking up your Legos.”
“Nooooo. I want to do my Math! Please let me do my Math.”
After I finished laughing at the irony, we had a little lesson about applying yourself in school and how important that is if you want to have a say in what you do as a grownup. (Granted, not much say, but he doesn’t have to know that right now.)
My children now refer to it as the time they had to do “manual labor.” Amazing what a motivator that has become for doing their lessons.
Still…..after this day of repeating myself more times than Ms. Goose, I am thinking we might be due for another day or two of that.
Because apparently these creatures I live with need things REPEATED. Often.
May you all find someone who will hear you the first time. At least once.
At least once.
Love to all.