the phrase, ‘to good to be true’ is one of those that just seems to always fit; no matter the circumstance, the timing or the situation.
point in case number one:
this morning after a leisurely sleep-in and re-heated (but still totally delish) pancakes and fresh, hot coffee (insert here, yes Justin is totally awesome. and no, i will never share or trade him, sorry.) i realized it was a little quiet. a little too quiet.
upon further inspection, and to my wildest amazement, J was quietly playing with his trains, splayed out on the living room floor and h was silently diapering her babies (case in point #9,854 why cloth diapers are totally the best way to go – they become doll diapers.)
huh. well, maybe i’ll just slide down into this here chair with my piping cup ‘o joe and do some work. we all know that the moment my rear hits the seat and the first sip of smooth hotness cascades down my throat that a finger will get stuck in spencer’s coal-tender and somehow a baby spoon will get lodged in a two year old’s ear. this is reality and it is totally expected.
but nope. not a word. even after the baby feeding re-located upstairs to baby tucking-in, still not a word.
second cup of piping hot joe down (seriously, moms, when does that ever happen?) and just about to pop a bottle of bubbly to celebrate and i hear some mild whining and a few muffled words and one not so muffled word beginning with poo and ending in oop, from upstairs.
and this my friend is when that dear old phrase comes in. because we all know, at some point it was too good and it is true.
my ever so independent 2 year old had decided that she could poop in her potty-now-used-as-stepping-stool in her bedroom. which although i don’t promote, i don’t necessarily have a problem with – so long as i am there to supervise. but this morning there was a glitch in the pj bottoms and undies and which to pull down and in what order ending in a pro-longed struggle to get bare bottom seated and centered.
in other words, poop half in the pants, half on the thigh, smidge on the calf and hunk on the sole of the foot and wherever said foot decided to move in said struggle. followed by a valiant cleaning effort involving poop on the hands, poop in the hair and poop (admittedly discovered 5.5 hours later) on the radiator.
three piping hot cups of coffee would have been way too much. you’re right.
my second point in case doesn’t involve kids or, thank your lucky stars, poop. it involves one of the really great things that has happened to me in the last few months. which i’m starting to think might just be good and a whole lotta true.
in which case, there really wouldn’t be a point in case number two.
alas, i will share it with you anyhow because it is just a whole lotta good.
(six days later when i finally get around to opening wordpress again…)
we started going to church a couple of months ago. by we, i mean myself the kids and justin when he can. and i’m not so religious, really, as spiritual. i believe in a lot of things, from a lot of different places and times. some high, some low, mostly within.
my beliefs don’t really matter to any of you, so i won’t bore you with them. but i am over the moon ecstactic about the church that i found just a few miles from our home; full of love, light, insight, knowledge, openness and purpose. where my children attend a class called ‘spirit play’, where floor to ceiling windows give way to endless streams of light and inspiration.
where an acoustic guitar played by a woman in jeans reverberates with tunes from ziggy marley and aimee mann. where a 24 year old black, gay female poet stands in the pulpit and performs a poem entitled, “Radical Homosexual Agenda”.
a place where my children will be educated in all kinds of religions, encouraged to be true to themselves, to care for our planet Earth, to treat all people fairly and kindly and to believe in working for a peaceful, fair and free world.
can i get an AMEN!
feeling connected, spiritually and within this new chapter of my community has been the icing on the cake for me in my most recent quest to hannah-hood.
i’m quite sure some things that seem too good to be true are. but i’m equally sure that sometimes things are just good. and right.
and if you work really fucking hard to unearth that goodness when you finally do it just surges.
storm surges in a very rainbow-y way.
J's painting self-titled, 'rainbow storm'.
*special thanks to my dad and stepmother for introducing me to UU at an early age and for encouraging me to find like-mindedness in my community through UU in adulthood. i love you.
