I just wanted to get my jacket because it was raining. When I opened the closet, my head was bombarded by a kite, softball glove and batting helmet. Then my jacket got hung up on the hanger and by a scarf from another coat. I kicked the sporting goods into submission, shoved the door closed, ran to my car and was ever-so-pleased to find my left foot was wet because my boot has become unglued from the sole.
I always tell my girls that reactions are a choice. As I backed out of the garage, Thing 2 piped up, “Mom! You have your Sherlock coat on!” Didn’t know a jacket could make my kid so excited, but her words reminded me of the way I could steer my day following the Attack of the Closet.
So, I remembered the day on the beach with the kite—with my family and my sister, brother-in-law and niece. It was one of my favorite vacations. We hung out. The girls went on walks. We visited a lighthouse. It was so low-key and perfect.
The softball mitt has seen Hubs through a few seasons with the church team. Even the years he was sidelined with injuries.
Dear batting helmet: I bought you in hopes Thing 1 would play softball. Alas, that hasn’t happened, but I will tuck you away in case Thing 2 decides it is the sport for her. Don’t feel slighted if you find yourself in a garage sale.
And the rain? Praise God for it! Maybe it’ll bring our area out of the drought. I can deal with a wet sock. Besides, my sister made these socks for me and they are snazzy.
It’s all about the choices. Even I a head slap to remember sometimes.