It is almost time for school to start back after the long holiday break. We are in that between moment where you don’t know whether to finish off all the leftovers and nap, or shower and appreciate the sales. Meanwhile, the season brings its lovely dose of hysteria revolving around sickness. I have used 2 full bottles of Lysol in my house this month alone. It is so bizarre to me that the time of year involving the most peace and joy also slaps us with the most threatening illnesses and germfests. Sigh.
As I look into what has now begun, 2020, I am pleased with the ease of my anxiety. Normally it is at its highest and annoying to most. But, I am appreciating where we are at as a whole. Our family is still together, despite years of managing some very strenuous situations. Our older children are reasonably happy and uplifting people. My little boy is thriving on some levels. Frankly, the fact that God has given us 10 years with him is blowing my mind. Many of you don’t expect to deliver your child and constantly be aware of his or her mortality, but this is where we stay. This is why I hoard Lysol wipes and cans, and cuss under my breath when I pass someone out in a store coughing. This is on the other hand my greatest reward in remembering all that he has overcome. Regardless of what tomorrow may hold. Regardless of any of it.
So as I see it, I will embrace the sentiment of the day and live here. You?