My brain is brimming with things I want to talk to you about. It feels like a long time, and I miss you all. I am writing today with a quick check-in before I get a move on all the laundry piles and suitcase packing and grocery shopping that need to happen in the next seven-ish hours before we head to Central Oregon for a long weekend with my Sis and her family.
This may or may not be me procrastinating.
Back at Christmas, my sister gave all the kids superhero capes decorated with stars, hearts or lightening bolts (along with stylishly coordinating masks) so they could save and dart and fly or stand confident, hands placed firmly on hips, chests pointed skyward.
This morning, my sis is packing her family of five for five — count ’em five different trips — back to back adventures of various kinds and texted me:
“Pack superhero capes. I’m putting mine on now! I’m gonna need all the help I can get!”
Lisa-Jo Baker often talks about how motherhood deserves a superhero cape, and anyone who’s ever walked the day-in day-out of parenting knows all about the extraordinary acts of courage and bravery required.
There are the marathon days, and then there are the sprints, and preparing your family to head out of town is one of those, and I’ll need an extra power boost to get us on the road.
So imagine me today in front of the washing machine, kneeling at the suitcase, flying through the grocery store with my superhero accessory firmly in place. (Not sure yet if I’ll be wearing the mask.)
Quite a visual, no?
Once away, we’ll be celebrating Miss J’s birthday, which is tomorrow. My girl will be eight. I can hardly believe! In the last few weeks, she’s begun a new work venture as a pet sitter, and I will tell you, that future veterinarian has got the touch. Animals love her, and she refills food and water bowls and plays with cats and rabbits and removes what she very professionally calls “scat” with the greatest of ease.
We are so looking forward to this weekend to be with some of our favorite people in the world, swimming and biking and eating and living up the birthdays of my unique, tender and spunky second-born girl and her adorably precious cousin, E, who just turned 7 on Tuesday.
I hope to be able to write more next week. In the meantime, know that I am thinking about you and am so thankful for you.
For all the ways you keep showing up.
For your extraordinary feats of courage.
For your everyday hanging in there.
For your messing up and getting up…
Onward and upward, heroes.