Today I am: Accomplished, Blessed and Confused
After bringing my son to daycare I went to work in the studio. I really want to paint my magpie but its blue-black feather quality is difficult to achieve in any paint for my novice so I have to experiment AND take my time. I get there, start working, then find out the sewer is clogged again and water can't be used. Bummer. So now what? Work until I need to change water & could probably use a restroom, that's what! So I decide I'm going to see if I can only be gone an hour and if I can do 3 things in such little time. Success! Turns out I can drive back home, prepare a casserole, load another round of laundry AND eat "lunch" in an hour! I cut it super close with the casserole because the pot almost completely refused to boil (I have no idea what THAT was all about) but I did it. Accomplished!
After returning to studios, working more on the magpie, and picking up my son, we went to the playground. I said we'd go for 10 minutes... 10 turned into 30 :) The weather was so pleasant (none of those horrid wind gusts from yesterday) I was very happy my son was so agreeable and not hungry so we could do so. So few people were there that while my son was playing in one area I was near him and swinging on the swings. I felt calm. happy and blessed. A beautiful early spring afternoon, time and means to be outside in the filtered sunlight and SWINGING! I truly think I appreciate swings even more now that I'm adult than I did as a child. It's wonderfully calming and fun to do. Blessed.
So as I'm relishing my blessings knowing the next two days are called for to be foul weather, my son stops doing what he's doing to yell at me to "Stop! Stop! No swinging Momma!" Does he want to go on? No. Does he want me to go do something with him? Not really. Is there anyone else even remotely interested at the swings at the moment? Not at all. "Stop!" And he reaches out and bear hugs my slowed legs bringing me to a complete stop. Apparently Momma isn't allowed to swing. I can climb and slide and play, but not swing. Confused.
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