Sunday, November 11, 2012
I spent a morning with my guy Nathan, at Tiger Day. It was fun just being his mom and not den leader for a change.
I comforted Zack who is sick today, bringing Jello and saltines and 7-up.
I got a little reading in and picked up Chinese for dinner.
I spent today getting my yard in order; transporting compost is interesting. I made dirt.
I reflected on a troubling issue: a slight to me, an offhand remark from someone I don't really even like. "Don't you ever wonder what she does all day?" He once asked my husband, as he stood in my kitchen, eating food I'd prepared. I pondered this today as I did the hard work of shoveling. I make dirt, I thought. I grow things, I'm growing boys here too. I'm mopping and washing and cleansing and doing. I'm learning and listening and praying. I'm cooking and baking and making. What am I not doing? The making of a good, sturdy home is serious business. It involves so much more than the physical home. It's casting our nets and being a help to others. It's cultivating a community around us, like rich soil, for us all to grow in. It's making my little corner of the planet a little nicer, a little prettier, a little more peaceful. I've learned that good things come from nourishing soil.