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Take the good with the bad…that’s what they say. That’s what I do…take the good with the bad.
The Good: Friday night lights. Sitting in the stadium on a wet Fall evening. The smell of the concession stand, burgers on the grill. Maniac Midgets at home with their Auntie Star so I can enjoy the game. Wearing my brand new sweatshirt that says “Senior Mom” on the front and “Done June 14, 2013” on the back. Witnessing my first-born son finally getting some love from the coaches. Watching him return that love by performing with all the gifts God blessed him with. Cheering loudly as he ran, tackled, intercepted, and fumble-recovered his way to what he’s had to wait so long for. Seeing the Storm head toward their 44 – 7 victory over their opponents. Rushing the field post-game to find and wrap my arms around my son…my son.
The Bad: Getting a call while down on that field – telling me to hurry home. D’Lo threw up. He threw up a lot. It’s all over his room. Hurried home to our other sons – one asleep, the other awake and clearly miserable. Settled him in on the couch and began clean up. Vomit literally everywhere – two beds, blankets, pillows, carpet, hallway, clothes. Finished that job just in time to see D’Lo miss the bowl. More puke on the couch and living room floor. More clean up. Finally done. My oldest son came downstairs, sore and tired from his game and red kool-aid slushy in hand, to talk to me. Slushy slips out of his hand, hits me in the arm, spills all over my brand new sweatshirt, splatters all over every surrounding wall, and spreads out onto more carpet. Super awesome. More clean up…a lot more. Then off to a sleepless night with a healthy three year old on one side of me, and a sick five year old on the other.
And so it goes…taking the good with the bad. That’s what life is really all about. It is made memorable, as evidenced by my overall evening, by the ups AND the downs. We more clearly recognize joy if we’ve had to face sorrow. We more readily appreciate happiness if we’ve endured some pain. We take the good and the bad, the threads of life, and we sew them into our individual patterns.
That’s just what we do.
I had a great night.
Oh, my precious girl, I love you so much.