This weekend, I’ve been a single mom to one. My husband went to visit his family with my daughter, leaving me home with the Little Guy. He is an energetic 2 year-old. I have this tendency to over-fill our weekends with activities. My weekend plan with the Little Guy included a trip to the library, a movie, run to Target, Church, and, of course cuddle time.
Well, Saturday turned out nothing as planned. During breakfast, we managed to throw a breaker and it took forever to figure out how to get the electricity going again. It had taken so long and so much frustration that I’d contemplated not going to the library. But we went anyways. Then the first library was closed on Sat and Sun (really, a library closed on the weekends?). We were in luck because the second library was open.
At the library we picked through the books and read several there. He was so excited to be there. We finally settled on a couple for him, his sister, and me. He really didn’t want to leave, so much so that he whined when we were just leaving the children’s part of the library and walked back into the library after we’d left the building. His joy of being at the library was so apparent in his face. It was a simple thing to take him to the library and let him sift through books, but it ment a lot to him.
I wonder, when did I lose the pleasure of simple things? When was the last time I felt overjoyed at being at the library? When did I stop to appreciate the little things with a child-like joy? When did I lose that joy? How can I get that simple joy back?
How about you? Do you still have the Joy of a child? When did you experience this simple Joy?
I’ve been thinking about how to get started for a while now. Should my first post be witty or a fun little story. Maybe I should just start talking as if we’re old friends and are having a casual conversation. Should I talk about why I’m blogging even though there are other pages addressing it? Although I’m certain any of those ways would suffice as a first entry. I decided they’d be a bit lacking.
In thinking and over thinking this first post, I realized one simple truth. I really wanted to get over the group-therapy introduction. You know that introduction when you’re standing in front of a group and someone says, “This is….” and you fumble through “Hi” and half-wave. Ultimately, you’re searching those new faces for some sign of friendliness when all you want to do is have everyone stop staring at you. Yeah. I’d love to have that part of this blog over. So Here you have it….
Hello, my name is….Mommie to my kids, Honey to my husband, and Ruthie to my friends. It’s very nice to meet you. (phew….that wasn’t too bad).