Hi there, Happy Friday. Ben's asleep. Getting him down to take a nap earlier was very much like wrestling an alligator. My goodness. Now I am sitting here in the brisk office just a little disheveled and not quite sure what to do with myself. So I thought I'd avoid my large and looming writing project for the Lurie Garden (which isn't that bad actually, I mean, yesterday I was researching how people celebrate spring . . . not a bad subject to be pouring over on a February morning) and do a quick post. Look, it's either that or going and facing a sink full of cold, cruddy dishes. Okay, blog action wins hands down. Honestly, I am not even sure what to talk about right this moment. But I am here, in the wooden desk chair. I am poised. I am . . . not sure what to talk about.
Well, this morning I received an email from someone who is very dear to me and she has just recently started to keep a journal. And one of the things she is trying to do with the journal is think of good things every day and write them down. She said at first she was trying to think of big things but that was just a little too overwhelming and so now she is starting with little things. A baby's smile. A tree outside the window. And you know what, she has Completely Got It Going On. (I wish I could hand out random awards for people who have Completely Got It Going On, because when you see them or connect with them you just know it instantly.) And she does. Taking stock (even when it's hard and painful) is brave and healthy. I think she might be a little bit daunted or maybe even a teentsy bit shy about writing down such things. But what a quietly beautiful and worthy thing to do. We all need to do it, don't we? I mean, when we don't, we just sort of lose sight. Another girlfriend and I were talking about this yesterday. Life gets so filled up with so much gunk and noise and it's easy to just forget what the heck is so right and great after all. And don't I know how easy it is to completely hang on to the negative stuff. I am telling you, my great Scot/Scandinavian lineage has me hyper-hard-wired to embrace the dark side. I actually made up a term for this many moons ago. I call it "awfulizing" and I can do it like nobody's business.
So I think I'll sit here and instead of being grumbly about my child who fights naps like an ancient warrior and how time alone is harder to catch than a slippery fish, I think I will try and come up with 5 things that are good this morning. Okay, here goes:
1. How earlier Ben was singing to himself instead of falling asleep. He was laying there nuzzled up to my chest and then in the dark he just started in this very high pitched voice happily crooning "Bah zuh la la la saaah."
2. And then he clapped to himself.
3. Eating cereal with Sam this morning, him eating his Rainbow Rings with his hair all frizzy and unkempt and me, equally frizzled, crunching my granola. We finished at the same time and then both drank the milk out of the little plastic bowls. It was like synchronized milk drinking. We didn't talk much, but it was a scruffy good time.
4. Taking a scalding hot shower for a little longer than I should. Washing my hair.(That's two things in one. I cheated.)
5. Hearing Ted reading "A Very Busy Spider" to Ben as I combed the tangles out of my hair in the bathroom. He was totally getting into the animal voices and it was making Ben giggle with glee. Especially the lamb voice. And the horse voice. They're quite good, Ted's voices. It's a genetic thing, I swear. He even taught Sam how to do a ripping French man's voice. And now Sam makes his friends cackle when he acts like an oddball Frenchman.
Hey, that's five. That was all right. Except I always want to talk more than I should. I suppose this blog is a journal of sorts for me, but I do miss writing things down on paper on a regular basis. I think I need to pick out a new little book to keep in my backpack so I can do just that. Especially the good things. There are so many of them.
Well, thanks for listening to free-form G&H action today. Here's a shot from this blog, it's a blog exclusively about this woman's journals, I stumbled upon it just a few minutes before I started writing this. Kismet, I think. I like that she put "Hang On" there. Don't you just need to whisper that to yourself sometimes? Hang on, it's all going to be okay. Yes it is. It most certainly is.