I started out my day by being whaled in the head and hand by a tennis racket. You see, Peter was trying to hit the ball for Miles and miscalculated his distance from me. Whammo…I doubled over in pain, as Peter looked more horrified than me at the thought of what had just happened. The playtime outside was meant to be a little moment of reprieve. His keen observation that I looked strung out this morning over a variety of issues put his nurturing side into action, so outside we went. The sting of agony lasted well over 20 minutes. In that 20 minutes, Peter guilty conscience led him to disclaim that he would never keep his room a mess again, or make me wait outside in the cold with him as he waited for the bus. Peter hadn’t realized that I wasn’t mad at him; I was just in too much pain to properly express it. He sat me down on the couch, ran for an icepack and played the good doctor. We had 15 minutes before we would hear the inevitable rumble of the yellow school bus, so he cuddled close to me on the couch. As the sting subsided, it became clear that in some cock-eyed way I was fortunate even if I had a massive egg growing on my head. From the moment he woke up, he showed affection, despite my grumpiness. He knew the fresh air would bring out my happier side and with the mishap, he also knew how to mollify my pain. It is easier to “just keep swimming” despite life’s trials and tribulations when love is present in your life. When you give love, you get love even if it comes topped with an egg on your head.
Listen to the clip to hear a jingle from my favorite movies. I guarantee it will make you smile.