I was in shock midweek when I realised we were fast approaching the middle of March. How can that be? Time seems to be speeding up before my very eyes.
It does not surprise me that I am feeling run down this week and finally have a bad cold. My husband came home from Sydney last night also taking over the counter meds and feeling bad. Life has been stressful and more chaotic than we prefer, but we continue to ride it out.
As I sit surrounded by tissues and drinks life goes on.
This week I am grateful for:
Fashion advice from my nine year old.
I swear she is my go-to person. Just this morning she was checking out her hairdo in my full length mirror. She recently started doing her own hair and I think it is awesome. Today she was there with her 4 or 5 pony tails and swirling in my room. I was there putting on a dress so I could trick myself into not feeling sick. I figured I would dress how I want to feel. I looked not-so-great though and decided to stick my hair back with a headband. She always gives it to me straight and I asked if my hair looked scary. She looked carefully and chose her words even more carefully. “Not really scary, but not great. It is smooth there but wild and puffy there.” I had a check and smoothed a bit on top and she said “that’s better. now you look great. I think you need a necklace though.”
I agreed but said I did not have anything that would work with this blue and white stripy dress. She suggested my green chunky bead necklace a friend gave me for my 40th birthday last year.
I felt a tiny bit silly having this exchange with a nine year old, but I said “are you sure it works? I would not have picked that.”
I put it on and we both agreed it looked great. I added a fun ring and I actually no longer looked like the walking dead (although my red chafed nose gave other clues).
Walking to school we passed a friend of mine who immediately commented on how nice I looked. Laughed out loud and said “I am actually sick, but I am using mind over matter” and she laughed knowingly.
I did feel better in this outfit so thank my nine year old for continuing to be my fashion consultant. She has yet to steer me wrong with that artist eye of hers.
The radio station in my car
I like some new music but I admit I tend to live in the past with tunes. From songs I grew up with to music from long before my time, I am a child of nostalgic music.
Today as I heard an old Michael Jackson song I was transported to summers when I was my daughters age.
Later “Summer of ’69″ came on and I was instantly a teenager.
I love the power music has to transport you to another place and time.
In an instant I can see myself and what I was wearing of that era.
In an instant I can smell the beach and the sea air of summers gone by.
I see my friends.
I see my memories in my mind’s eye.
Revisiting childhood favourite books
When we were traveling in the States this last holiday the whole family spent time browsing in a bookstore and I stumbled on a Greek Mythology book. I loved Greek Mythology when I was in 4th grade. My teacher did a huge unit on this and I actually brought home from this trip the book that our class produced with our own myths and odes and such. It was amazingly in my sister’s apartment waiting for me in New York.
So in that bookstore I showed the book to Alice and asked if she was interested. She took the book off on her own to the sitting area and dove right in. While the rest of us browsed books she stayed absorbed in this big book of mythology. Her own copy just arrived this week and I am not sure if I can wait 3+ months to give it to her for her birthday. I will be lucky if I wait until Easter. I love that we can read this together and she can enter a world I loved so much.
In the meantime I ordered a book from the library that was one of my favourites at her age. It arrived as well and we have started “From the mixed up files of Basil E Frankweiler” - set in the Metropolitan Museum of Art with two kids who have run away from home. We three girls – well four with the dog who got in on the bed story session – sat down last night to begin the adventure. Two chapters in my cold was too intense for me to keep reading and Alice offered to take over. There I was tucked up in bed with my tissues and my girls and I closed my eyes while she read to me. I might as well have been nine years old again. I felt I was exactly where I needed to be. Eventually my husband arrived from the airport and walked in on all four of us in our bed. He took over getting them to bed – overdue by half an hour – brought me a tea, walked the dog and soon enough I was asleep.
Even in my difficult or tissue filled weeks I have much to be grateful for. This was just a tip of the iceberg this week as well.
What are you grateful for? Where are you discovering joy in your everyday?
Find your simple,
This week I am linking up with Kidspot’s 52 weeks of grateful AND Rachel at Finding Joy’s Friday Favourite Things – love her description of the linky “Friday Favorite Things – intentional gratitude, seeing the good, and loving the little things”
Image credit: flickr user J Mark Dodds