Mondays are hard enough and to top it off, I wasn’t feeling my best. It was also pouring down rain here in Pennsylvania–the cold rain no one really likes but we realize is necessary for all the plants to bloom with the promise of summer on its way.
This morning, we all had a hard time getting out of bed to start the day. These dreary mornings are the worst and this one seemed to match exactly how I felt.
There was a weight on my chest from a night of worry about selling our house. My body ached from falling down the steps on Saturday, and sneeze after sneeze, I was reminded that I really had a horrible cold.
To make matters more complicated, Matt was also affected by the weather. He didn’t want to get out of bed and when he did, he just moved to the sofa and asked to sleep there. Then, he said he wanted to take a warm bath. He asked to sleep in the tub. I finally convinced him to get dressed, only for him to climb back onto the bed with his sister and snuggle up under a blanket.
And it took all I had to rally them and get them in the car to start our morning shuffle because I felt the same he did.
As we were getting ready to leave the house, my son grabbed my face and said “Mama, where are you going today?” I told him I was going to work. Very seriously, he said “well, let me fix your hair for you.” He carefully fixed my hair and then gave me a kiss. And then my daughter came to give me a kiss, too, because she is always in competition with her older brother.
And I gathered them in my arms and hugged them both. And all was set right in my world. Yes, I felt sick and worried. But all I needed was right there in my arms, safe and warm on a cold and rainy Monday morning.
Like the summer that comes after the cold rains of spring, I was reminded today that we can find beauty on the days that don’t seem beautiful at all. The beauty might seem like it’s hiding, but it’s often right in front of us.
I’m thankful that I opened my tired, worried, and sick eyes to the beauty of this rainy day with my children, safe and warm in my arms.
Thanks for Mothering the Divide with me. No matter where you are or what the weather is, I hope you see the beauty in the everyday, too.