“Nimble” is the word of the day. As in a phone call from your husband at 7:55 a.m., “Uh, any chance that school is cancelled today?” As in hours spent in the big blue chair, holding a little one with an earache, while a mountain of laundry taunts you from across the room. As in, “Of course you can have Girl Scout cookies for a breakfast tea party.” As in, “Hey girls, how about a little John Denver interpretive dance?” As in, “Yes, sometimes we go to sleep before the sun.”
It’s been one of those days. This is the fourth time that our family has gone to school, only to find the parking lot, the sidewalks, the school deserted. Yes, I know that there is an early warning system. I am sure that it is really easy to sign up for. The problem, however, is that when I make out my daily triage list of Things That Need to Get Done, that particular task never makes it to the top. Instead, I imagine all the other children in our neighborhood, noses pressed against windows, pointing to my bundled, school-going children, saying, “What are they doing?”
I was thankful for the closing today, though. It meant that I didn’t have to take the babe with the earache out into the dank and damp. My two eldest ran wild, spurred by that special kind of energy that only a
snow ice day can produce (that and the cookies that kept disappearing from the pantry).
So, you know, some (many) things did not get done. I suppose, however, that life is about more than that. It’s about the moments when you can find grace in the chaos. The gentleness that you find within yourself, in order to hold a little one who has surely used up his daily allotment of tears. The patience you can locate (even if it means scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel) in order to start again after harsh words are spoken. And if a can of refried beans surfaces for supper, and if there’s a little kitchen music to be had as well, then we’ll call it good.