Again today, my day did not go as planned.
Today was going to be another warm day. I was going to take advantage of the nice day and get some much needed yard work done. I had laundry needing done and some house work waiting. The list maybe not so long but still a list needing to be done. But my son interrupted and my mother interrupted and dad even called once. I felt the frustration building as I struggled to get something-anything done.
Then, as I stood there listening to mom as she had stopped me yet again, my mind awoke to reality. Everything that I was wanting to do today, will be there long after the interruptions stop. I know, how very blessed I am that my parents are still with us and that my son still has the occasional need.
This morning my son needed me to bring the toys he had purchased for the toy run and to get his gloves and take them back home. The trucks had not been there long when I arrived and gave my son the toys. He asked if I wanted to walk around and see all the bikes but I chose to go home. I had things waiting to be done.
I get home and make ready to work on my writing. I had a concept of how and what I was going to write. I let the idea simmer as I made my way through the posts of others on various social sites. Then, mom called. We talked for a while, I mostly listened as that is what she needs, someone to listen.
Not long after she ended the call, my son called. He needed me to meet him at the first stop and get his hoodie as it was too warm to wear. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. It wouldn’t take them long to arrive and I wanted to get their first. I hoped to video his arrival. I didn’t but that’s how it goes. I got his hoodie and headphones and returned home. I managed to get something to eat and then prepared to try again.
I prepared to go outside to clear away the leaves I had raked into piles the other day. As I grabbed my gloves, my water bottle and safety glasses I was ready. I ended up in conversation with mom. She saw me outside and came up to talk. After we finished talking I again made ready. I actually managed to get a good bit done before my phone rang. It was my son wanting to talk just for a moment. They were stopped and had two more stops before they were done.
As I raked, my dogs began barking. I turned and watched mom walking up the path. I leaned against my rake and waited. I listened as she told me she had measured her windows wrong and two of the blinds wouldn’t fit. She was going to need to return them, but not today. She needed to also go to the bank, not today, Monday. After the bank on Monday then to the big box store then hopefully find the correct size blinds.
As mom talked about bank and blinds and getting my brother to install them for her, I pushed aside any frustration or annoyance at the delays in my to do list. As I leaned against the rake and glance around the yard, I was reminded once again, to do lists, will always be around. There will always be something that needs to be done. Unless it is an emergency, unless there are lives at stake, that list can wait. There are many people out there who would love to receive the interruptions that I was dealing with.
Those people who lost their parents to death or whose parents are in decline in a way that leaves them not recognizing their own children or family members. Too many would love to hear their parents voices, would love to see them walking toward them. They would welcome one more interruption.
There are those who long to hear the voice of their children, who long for one moment of time together. They may have lost their child to death, or may be estranged for any number of reasons. Every moment that passes, they wish for just a moment, a few words, a short visit, one more hug.
I still have those, I know, I am blessed. Their presence in my life is a gift, one that I recognize and offer thanks for every night. I know, that there will always be yard work. There will always be laundry and dishes waiting. There will always be that to do list, long or short, detailed or vague. It will be there. As much as I feel that I need to get things accomplished and that box checked off showing done, I know it is of lesser importance. There are other things not on that list, that take priority.
Stop and answer the phone. Stop and visit with mom every time she walks up here. Stop and drive her to where she needs to go. Stop, and take advantage of every opportunity, of every moment that I’m given as it is a gift to be recognized and cherished. Walk away from scrolling social media and help dad cut wood or gather wood or clean away the leaves from their yard. Carry in what they can’t, walk their dog when they need me to, understand, that any minor annoyance I may feel, is nothing compared to what they feel because they can no longer do what once came so easily.
When my son calls in need of a favor, don’t hesitate, don’t make excuses. Considering all that he does for me, taking him lunch is no big deal. If he’s off on adventure and calls, take the call. Understanding that the call is a gift considering he could be doing other things more potentially fun but he called me. Enjoy those moments when he comes into the room where I am, and spends time either in conversation or simply sharing a moment. He could be out hanging with friends somewhere, but he’s not. Eventually he will be in position to have that place of his own and the house will be very quiet.
In the end, I did manage to get the leaves raked and even another section of the yard mulched. It was humorous watching the cats peeking out from their safe spots trying to figure out what I was doing. I had ribs in the slow cooker to be ready when my son got home. I even managed to get three loads of laundry done. After I knew mom had called it a day, because she goes to bed early. I knew my son would not call me again since they were so close to being finished. I had the time.
I didn’t get to check off every box, but I got the most important one. Understand the gift, don’t take it for granted and there will be no regrets.