Bad Mondays call for Rainy Tuesdays

July 17, 2013

by — Posted in Baby, Life at Home

Monday was rough. I mean, nothing in particular, just an accumulation of frustrations. To begin with, we had dentist appointments. In and of itself, that wasn’t so bad, other than the fact that in the last 6 months I gain the need for 4 more fillings when I’m actually taking better care of my teeth than I ever have at any other point in my life. But really, it was because I had to get up early with an upset stomach thanks to antibiotics from a 2 week old cold that magically turned into an ear infection. And getting up early meant waking a sleeping little girl. Which did NOT start her day off well. Add in the fact that I had to work in the afternoon instead of being finished at 1 (because of the appointment) and squeeze in a quick grocery run with a very cling child(meaning, she would NOT be put in that cart and I caved because EVERYONE in town could hear her screaming)… and you have an idea of the mess that was Monday. First world problems, I know.

So… Tuesday, we played in the rain. My Tuesday meeting was cancelled for the week and after 45 minutes of pushing myself with some at home exercize, I heard the thunder… and got giddy. This… this is what I needed. To me, rain symbolizes newness, a chance to start over, rebirth. Call me crazy, but rain is like a good cry, it’s a release. The clouds bursting is like the emotional breaking point as the tears start flowing. And I so needed to let go. Of all of yesterday and start over. To be present with my little one. To just be in the rain.

This also happened to be Avie’s first time to play in the rain. I didn’t get any pictures (uh… ’cause we were soaking wet?!) but this sweet girl just didn’t know what to think about that water falling on her head. Standing under the eve of the house was ok, but she wasn’t really a fan of it dropping on her.

After we came in and had a shower (why? we were just in a shower!), we managed to have a much more peaceful rest of our day. She napped, I got work done, I even got a little rest in of my own, it was a beautiful afternoon. That downpour was just the reminder I need that God’s mercies are new every morning and even when you have a really-bad-no-good day, tomorrow is a new day. It’s true, “each day has enough trouble of it’s own,” so just worry about today and I hope your tomorrow brings a little rain for your soul.