Summer stomped in on big old size 13's this week. Two days straight in the 90's, and everywhere you look there are sprinklers going and kids in bathing suits and goggles leaping through them. My girl is taking swimming lessons these two weeks, level 2 this time around with the hope of making it to level 3 lessons before summer has passed us by.
At the place where the kids stay while I'm working, there is a big kiddie pool, maybe two feet deep and about 8 feet in diameter. Like most kids, both of mine want to be IN the water when there is water (they've been begging to swim in the river since the first sunny day of spring, despite the runoff water being about eleventy degrees below zero and that water is moving fast, dammit) and they would rather turn into icecubes or raisins than to ever get OUT of the water once they are in it.
Water, as it turns out, is a great motivator for getting things to go my way in the mornings.
Don't want to take your medication? Guess what. No meds? No pool. Simple.
I've posted before about how, normally, getting medication into my kids can be the quantitative equivalent of trying to shove a watermelon up a pig's ass, so you just have to know, right at this minute, how much I am reveling in having the Power of the Pool. Rolling in it like a dog in a pile of cow poop - deliberately and with much delight. Yes, I know this is a temporary superpower, and I know that it disappears on rainy and cold days.
I. Don't. Care.
Because every day this week since the pool showed up in the babysitter's yard, medication has been TAKEN VOLUNTARILY.
That is serious grounds for celebration, folks.
In regards to my last post, I want to share something that happened at work. Have I mentioned I work with a lot of really terrific people? I do. There's a coworker that I have who, though we differ on doctrinal issues (remember that whole liberal heathen Christian thing I've got going for me), she is my sister in Christ and never have I ever gotten anything from her but love, love, love. She's been a lifter of spirits since the first day we connected and I trust her with my deepest thoughts.
I was delivering some paperwork near to her office and she called out a "hello" as I was walking by. I stuck my head in her office, we chit-chatted back and forth a little bit. I remarked to her how anxious and out of sorts I was feeling, and as always, she had something for me.
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
I'm not a big quoter of scripture, and in my opinion, too many Christians use scripture as a weapon rather than a balm, but that day? It was just what I needed to hear, to remind me that I don't have to carry this all by myself. Even when there is no other person who can lift my burden, there is One who cares, One who hears, and One who will walk with me through the darkest depths of my fears. I don't know how I forgot that, but many thanks to my friend for reminding me.