This is a season. Just a season. That word helps me get through
knowing that sooner or later a change is going to come. Change is good.
It's pedal to the metal this week for me with the fundraising aspect for the
Glory Run. I have gained a greater appreciation for what my husband, the
salesman deals with all day long. Phone ringing non-stop. Shooting emails and
texts. Crunching numbers. Double checking facts. It's a lot to throw into the
mix when you already have all that going for the four kids you're trying to
keep inconspicuously (and quite impossibly, I might add) in the background
while doing all these things.
The shirts go to the printer on Friday which means, I can't get any more
sponsors after that. It won't, by any means, be the end of my duties for the
race, but it will take some pressure off. This too shall pass.
We're also in a season wherein the kids are at each others' throats
all...the...time. There was a time when I couldn't stand being around my own
brothers, who I now count among my very best friends. I'm praying this too
It is a season during which at the precise time of day when I'm ready for
everyone to wind down, they turn up the volume, silliness and every other thing
that manages to drive me crazy. If I could put them to bed the minute they walk
in the door from school, this problem would resolve itself. Mornings are not so
bad. Right now they lack the maturity and self control that requires them to
know that at the end of the day, it's time to turn it off. This too shall pass?
Sometimes, however, I’m so busy waiting for the change of seasons that I
miss the beauty of the one I’m in.
Working on the Glory Run is hard. It is also exhilarating and somewhat
empowering to have the ability to raise such a large amount of money for my
kids and their school. I graduated from high school with the race coordinator
and I love this time of year because I get to spend so much time with her. She
is better than me and works harder than me. She inspires me.
In the midst of their strong disliking of each other, the kids genuinely do
love each other. Sometimes I have to look harder than others to see it, but
it's there. I know one day they will grow up, get some space between them and
learn that they appreciate each other. Theirs' will be a very strong
bond...someday...I just know it.
As for the end of the day downhill spiral, I believe, or at least I've been
told, that someday I will miss all this. Someday my house will be quiet and
empty and I'll have to go visit the grandkids to experience some of this wild
and crazy life. The silliness is often where I can at least appreciate that
they must love each other if they can make each other laugh uncontrollably. One
day, when they can rein it in, they will be enjoyable and entertaining people.
That day may be way down the road, but it will come.
Change is good. It really is. But if I didn't have my current situations, I
wouldn't appreciate the change at all. Each season necessitates the next. And
that, well, that's good too.