As far as days go, today wasn’t shaping up to be one of the finest. Actually, it started out pretty “poopy”…really. I was at the sink doing dishes and looked up to Josiah playing in the living room. He was standing over a miniature cow pie and had poo running all down his legs. I am still not sure how this happened. He was wearing a fresh diaper and baby swim trunks (so they even had that extra underwear type liner thing in them). But it was runny and all over. In carrying him at arms length to the bathroom, we left a poo trail through the kitchen and dining room. He didn’t seem to be feeling well (which probably explains the “runny-ness”), and wanted to be hugged and held close…but desperately needed a bath first, which is a challenge with a clingy baby. Now the dishes were still undone, the carpet needed shampooing (thanks to the hubby for doing that fun job!), and his clothes and changing table stuff all needed to be rinsed in the sink before being added to the laundry.
Josiah went down for a nap shortly afterward and I got started on my project for the day. Having assembled our bathroom vanity and glued together a frame for our mirror, I expected to do a bit of sanding and then stain them this afternoon. As I was sanding, three of the four corners of the frame fell apart. As I attempted to glue them back together (fitting right angles together can be quite a challenge), the fourth corner snapped apart as well. I moved on to sanding the vanity, but by the time I found the proper grit sand paper (which I knew we had, but couldn’t find) Josiah woke up. So I spent my most valuable “work hours” of the day (aka. naptime) moving BACKWARDS in my project. So I tried to set up our baby pool so that Josiah could play while I kept working, and had the hardest time getting the nozzle attached to the air compressor. And then I discovered that the nozzle consistently leaked, so I had to remove it again after finally getting it attached (thanks again to the hubby for waking up and doing that for me as well.) This meant that every time the pool needed more air (I bought it at a garage sale and it has a hole somewhere which I cannot locate…still, its the best thing we’ve got so I just intended to blow it up again and again as needed throughout the afternoon). The leaky air compressor nozzle did not make this task as easy as I had envisioned. I did some sanding, but I don’t really know where the day went, because I swear I was outside working all afternoon and that was all I did. As I worked, I was listening to a book on CD and at about the time the frame broke apart again, the CD player broke as well. This will give you an idea of how hot it was outside: the lid of the CD player (which puts pressure on the CD to make it spin evenly) warped. With a warped lid, the CD wobbles and won’t play.
It was at about this time that my husband woke up (he sleeps during the day and works the night shift over the weekend). Telling him all that I didn’t get done and how I had moved backward in the process and showing him the broken air compresser nozzle, frame, CD player, and the area where the wood on the vanity kept splintering as I sanded…I was about ready to cry. The bathroom project has gotten less and less fun with each new “deadline” we have set and then missed (usually the “deadline” corresponds to the next time we are having company for whom we’d really like an operational main bathroom). I was so frustrated. And it was SO hot outside. And it seemed to me, all wrapped up in self pity, that nothing ever went right. Like everybody, including the bathroom vanity, was picking on me. And then….
Josiah brought me the most beautiful flower I had ever seen.
I don’t know why he did it. A few weeks ago I had him come outside to pick some flowers to fill a vase to set on the counter, but he spent the whole time throwing rocks in the pond, completely disinterested in flowers. And once, probably about a month ago, my husband suggested that he give me a dandylion they found when we were at the park. Which he did…but then he took it back and threw it on the ground.
But for some reason,
Josiah walked over to our little wildflower patch,
picked a flower,
and presented it to his mommy.
And it was exactly what I needed. And then I did cry, just a bit, but for a different reason.
And as he kept bringing me tiny flowers, one-by-one, my life was brought back into perspective.
I am so blessed.
What a wonderful gift God gave me in this sweet little angel of a boy.
Who gave me such a wonderful gift in this little pink flower…
…which said so many things that words cannot.
Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things. But not all things matter, indeed, only one. -Luke 10:41-42
Look at the lilies of the field, how they grow; they do not toil or spin. And yet I tell you, even Solomon in all of his splendor was not clothed like one of these. – Matthew 6: 28-29