Have you ever woken up glum? Out of sorts? Feeling like your Monday has dragged into the rest of the week? All too often that’s me, not working at full capacity. When this happens, I peruse a mental checklist:
- Home: comfortable, clean (relative to family living)
- Kids: healthy, clean (again, relative), well adjusted
- Yesterday: happy and eventful, no drama
- Sleep: plenty
- To Do List: regular, nothing outlandish or overwhelming
- Bills: paid
- Gas Tank: Full
- Food: stocked up
When my inventory looks like this, I’m left to smirk… this seems to be the grandeur of adulting!
The next question emerges, will I keep moving or allow this moment to permeate my day?
Stretching my body as far as I can, I decide on a firm NO! Grabbing my tea cup, I propel myself to the kitchen. Whatever sludge I find myself bogged down with, my intent is to wash it away with the remnants of yesterday’s nectar.
Movement is good for the soul. I inspect the mug as I rinse it in the sink. It’s extra-large, painted in dainty blue flowers and gifted to me from a dear friend. Thinking of her makes me smile, like a sunbeam shining through the clouds of my mind.
Back at my desk, I force the issue of stagnation. Pulling a book off the shelf, I get lost in some passages. My brain begins to fire. Somewhere in the void, I’ve managed to reach out to the power of the universe. Just as quickly as my plea goes out, an answer bounces back.
This photograph of my four sons was taken many years ago and resides on my desk for motivation. Their expressions make me chuckle. Lingering on my second oldest, my heart is lifted.
He was born with autism and knows better than most the struggles of everyday life. I continue to be amazed by his need for routine. He rarely hits the snooze button or misses the bus. Each evening he packs his lunch for the coming day. He is precise, rhythmic, and we watch the same television shows over and over again. He struggles with speech but is the nicest person I’ve ever met. Smiling his way through life, he has loved beyond measure and given every challenge his best swing. This boy is a shining example of perseverance and all that is good and right in the world.
When I look at his face, I almost feel ashamed for fussing over nothing. Too often life can seem hard for no reason but if he can manage his daily walk, so can I!
Parenting has taught me that reaching for God must be my first response rather than a final and often desperate solution. The power of positive thinking coincides with communication through my Higher Power. My God holds the compass and leads the way, overcoming human frailty and short-sightedness. When I focus on what I’m grateful for while giving the rest of my woes to God, I find myself living in the knowledge that all things will turn out as they should.
Even with God at the helm, my sons and I can’t stand still. In exchange for progress, hard work is required. At the end of this month, my autistic-wonder will graduate from High School. He has earned every moment of celebration. Watching him grow and develop has been nothing short of miraculous. He has achieved this milestone through faith, perseverance, and positive thinking. This boy continues to be the reason I pull myself out of my slumps and push onward.
Thank you, Kyle! You’re my biggest hero!