Last night, in the midst of my temper tantrum, David popped his head into our bedroom and tossed a yellow envelope on the bed. “For you,” he muttered before closing the door and leaving me to my pity party.
And do you know what? It was a little gift from blog reader Kelsey of Midwest Mom! She included a card, a beautiful little notebook- the exact kind I love and use, a really pretty “book thong” (SNORT! Love the name of it!), and a mixed CD which I am listening to this very minute and LOVING. I mean, it’s not like I have a developed musical taste beyond “… Indigo Girls? and, ummmmmm… Dar Williams?”, but I love EVERY SONG she included.
Her note indicated that she was sending the package for no particular reason other than she’d been thinking about me and the whole babywant saga. (More to come soon on how things stand with this situation.)
The fact that a little gift literally plopped down beside me while I pouted about how much my life sucks? That was awesome. Could her timing BE any more impeccable?
I’ve wondered, sometimes, about exposing myself so much here on this blog. All day today I’ve wanted to write a rebuttal of sorts, proving to you all that my kids really ARE wonderful little people and that my life really IS good. I’m feeling guilty about portraying them is such a poor light yesterday, I guess. But that’s just it: each post is just a snippet of my life, of our lives, and no matter how much we write we could never portray the entirety and complexity of it.
Kelsey’s thoughtfulness just reaffirmed my belief in what I’m doing with this space. You guys already know my kids are basically good. I don’t need to prove it. I can talk about the things that suck without it meaning (and without you thinking) that globally things suck.
Thank you Kelsey! You honestly made my day better.