(I am still binding away….)
It’s about this time every year (I think it is the smell of Spring in the air) when I am reminded of my life seven years ago, when things were very different. All in about 3 months time, I had had surgery, found out I had thyroid cancer, gone off all thyroid meds, had radiation treatments, and was just working my way back up to “normal” life.
And for those weeks when I was on the couch, all I longed for was an “ordinary day.” I longed to get up and take care of my kids, to make cinnamon toast for breakfast, to play trains on the floor, or to just have enough energy to vacuum one room of the house.
It wasn’t a trip to Disneyland I missed; it was making lunches, or folding a load of laundry, or even reading a book to my 18 month old. It was the everyday, plain-old, ordinary tasks that I wanted back so badly.
And now it’s so funny to me of how all these years later, it seems like some of those same “ordinary days” are the hardest. Those simple tasks of motherhood can be monotonous, or exhausting, or just plain not fun. But those are the ones I missed most when I couldn’t do them…..
And so, even though I sometimes complain about those “ordinary days”—I still feel so blessed to have them.
So, here’s to an ordinary day! Have a wonderful one……