Ruth Ayres hosts a weekly celebration on her blog. Carrie isn’t the only one digging deep for a celebration post today. But that’s really the beauty of this weekly blog event. When I sat down this morning to consider what in the WORLD I would find to celebrate at the end of this very difficult week, I easily came up with more than 5 things–and I found cause to be grateful and celebrate in even the most difficult parts of my week.
1. This week was another parenting ultra-marathon. In the desert. In July. One of those events you read about in extreme sporting magazines and you just think wow, anyone who does that has to be CRAZY. It was a week for hard-core parents only. I am celebrating that my husband and I never once lost our tempers, raised our voices, or even so much as snapped at our son. We were brain-healing parents in a big way this week. (Now, can he be fixed for next week please?) In one of T’s rare moments of calm regulation, he told me, “You really are a good mom to me.” Don’t I know it, kid! And DUH! But I didn’t say that. I mustered my most gracious voice and said, “Thank you so much. That means a lot to me.” And it actually does.
2. The garden! I finished weeding my mammoth perennial bed and got started in earnest on the even-more-mammoth roadside “bed” that’s mostly scrub growth and weeds but does have a few pretty spots of poppies and iris. And many more spring bloomers opened this week:
3. I managed to find a lot of writing time this week. My husband took my son to a movie, while I sat for 2+ hours in a coffee shop, scribbling in my notebook. And there was lots of time spent in my favorite warm-weather spot, notebook in hand:
4. I published my 300th blog post! It was a post that makes me want to spend too much money on eBay, buying lots of Parents Magazine Press picture books from the 1960s and 1970s.
5. Is there ever a Saturday when cats shouldn’t be celebrated? (Short answer: no.) Frances provided most excellent companionship and preciousness all week.
Frances never looks cranky in real life, but she often looks cranky in photos.
Roxy wondering for the ten millionth time why she can’t be a kitty too.