Month: September 2010

One Day At A Time

It’s a familiar saying.  But until today I’d kind of felt it was ‘owned’ by our friends in AA. 

How wrong I was.   Because when we are going through any difficulty, it’s  mostly ‘getting through it’, not , ‘getting over it’.  And in the struggle, the ‘one days’ turn into ‘one weeks’, and ‘one months’ and so on.  Then the other trueism ‘time is a healer’ kicks in, although it may take many years to come to peace and resolution.

Yesterday I saw the true meaning of ‘one day at a time’.  I was working the front desk of our incredible local hospice, when I noticed a lady walking slowly with a frame.  A couple of visiting kids were being a little boisterous and I hung back in the corridor to ‘watch her back’ and keep them away if they headed off in her faltering direction. 

We have many visitors and some are very old so I really wasn’t sure if she was a patient or a visitor.  I slowly caught up to her and said hi.   This lead to a wonderful conversation about the men’s open finals that had aired the night before and sport in general.   I immediately was drawn to this intelligent and humorous woman eager for some conversation.  She introduced herself and told me a little of her story.  A week ago she had been very sick and told there was nothing anyone could do.  Following a simple procedure, something unexpected happened.  She felt good.  Stronger, and for the first time in months hungry.  “I don’t know what is going on with me.  But I’m taking it one day at a time”.    She also felt that being relieved of the daily worries of running a house, and comforting everyone else about her diagnosis a weight had been lifted allowing her body to start something unexpected.  Whether is it ‘time’ or ‘a miracle’ she was grateful for every single day. 

So it hit me.  Here was a woman so grateful for the simple feelings of hunger and strength.  Things that I take for granted all the time.  Hunger to me is an aggravation.  I’m overweight, love food, and never want to feel hungry again.   I suddenly realised that even ‘hunger’ is an incredible gift.  It’s a marker of good health.  Of your body working exactly the way it should.   And strength.  I’m a strong woman and think nothing of grabbing the other side of a fridge of washing machine to move it (although the trash compactor did a number on my back this week).   I have always taken my strength for granted.  It has been useful, but not appreciated.

She’s in my prayers.  I’m praying for her continued good health.  This wonderful 64 year old woman, who told me  ‘this place is like a bloody spa! is living every day.   We have a date for next Tuesday.    While she is grateful for every day of  feeling better physically and mentally, I’m counting the days until I can see this inspirational woman again. 

And I’m thanking her for teaching me not to fear ‘hunger’ and take ‘strength’ for granted.   To celebrate these two incredible gifts I have been given.

Summer Lessons Learned

The cooling air, the bright blue skies, the turning leaves, a quieter house, leads me to face the fact that summer is drawing to it’s beautiful close.

Today I want to celebrate the things I learned this summer. 

I learned that you can grate hard boiled eggs?  I kid you not.  They grate like a dream to make incredibly smooth egg salad….

I learned that Carvel blue ice cream cake frosting makes great make up!   Or so I found out at the twins 11 year old birthday party as one little friend caked it on her cheeks, lips, and eye lids…

I learned that when your 19 year old daughter is in love it’s a wonderful thing.  And when they are in love with someone who brings out the best in them and with someone that your whole family simply adores – it’s WIN WIN WIN! 

I learned that I couldn’t do most of the 6th grade summer math packet!

I learned that when I took TV and computers away from my kids as a punishment, after a sulky 5 minutes THEY had the best day ever!  They actually seemed ‘relieved’ that it was gone.  It’s just too hard for them to make that decision on their own and I need to do that more often for their own well being.

I learned that puppies like children cannot raise themselves without direction.  Our new puppy got lost in the chaos of summer and needs some urgent training.  She can still be found standing in the middle of the dining room table finishing up breakfast and it is entirely our fault for not finding time for her.

I am incredibly grateful for 12 fabulous weeks with my patient husband and incredible four girls.   Our house rang with laughter and music (they learned the ukelele and harmonica).  Our home was a constant mess.  It was way too noisy.  It was the best summer I can remember!