I have come to cherish the ordinary days. The days when the biggest item on the agenda is running to Trader Joe’s to pick up a few things. Days like these really are a gift, you know?
I was talking to Mr. Mustard last night about something called “what if we’d never known the loss of our twins.” You know, if they had never existed. We wouldn’t know grief the way we do now. We were forever changed by them, and most of the time, I think we were changed for the better. Sometimes the mantle of grief is incalcuably heavy, and it’s a lot to bear. Even now. And so sometimes I wish I could go back to that carefree innocence I once knew. But then I wouldn’t have had them, and…well, I don’t want that either.
And then I wonder, would these ordinary days feel so sweet without having experienced extraordinary loss?
I guess we will never know because we can only be where we are now because of what we have been through. Deep, right? 😉
So, yes, today was one of those precious ordinary days. Just a day to hang out and make sandwiches, bake banana bread, and play in the backyard, and go down the slide again…
and again! (and maybe a few more times, too).
Paprika wanted to act out the story of The Three Bears and The Three Little Pigs over and over again. She was Goldilocks and the rest of us were the Three Bears…Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear.
When we were playing The Three Pigs, I got to be the Big Bad Wolf. That was a hoot. Somehow these fairy tales all have about four characters, which seems to work out for us.
Ginger wanted to pick all the lemons off the lemon tree- even the green ones. I let her do it. I know, I know. (They do grow back, right?)
We played in the backyard until the sun almost went down. Just like you would on an ordinary day.
I like you, ordinary day. Stick around. Put your pajamas on. Stay awhile.
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
-Mary Jean Iron