I put her a closet by my cubicle (a very big closet) to nap and sometimes she comes to meetings and adds her opinion. She squeals a lot now, very high pitched. And growls. Like a monster. But it's a happy growl. We call it the t rex growl. Her hands clutch like tiny dinosaur claws. She likes feeling textures and can sit up for a while on her own. Like 30 seconds. And she grabs her toes a lot.
I dont know how much I ought be amusing her, showing her things, talking to her vs letting her amuse herself. A mixture, right?
I dont know how much more ...or less I should be working. To be happy, to have sanity, to feel like a grown up, to have time for living.
This morning I started rereading my current journal. This one starts in 2006 after I got engaged. What a crazy journey from being at Moody single to being married living in Pittsburgh with a little one and a house and a cat. My politics, my ideas about church, my ambitions, my tastes, my relationships have all changed so much. But the entries sound almost the same. The hunger for rest. The confusion about God's silence. The consistency of coffee and good moments. Good things DO happen over coffee.
No comments:
Post a Comment