GOOD people bring out the GOOD in other people

Being a Mom is challenging, but rewarding.

Working full-time is necessary, and carries some definite benefits, but huge time demands.

Being the Mom, and managing the bills, the groceries, and the lions share of the housework (and I have a helpful husband! :-)) is well, some days like standing at the bottom of a really tall mountain…

Having a chronically ill child is trying on the nerves.  Worry and doctors appointments compete against waiting and absorb the bulk of any free minute.

Having a chronic illness, a rare genetic disorder like Cowden’s Syndrome yourself – well, it creates some challenges.  And that is putting it nicely. 

But, to combine all of the above… well I can tell you I wouldn’t trade any of them – but I am exhausted.

I spoke this week with a friend from work.  Her son is chronically ill, but was suffering an acute episode one afternoon.  This week Meghan felt fine.  So, I had the opportunity to spend a short amount of time empathizing.  While I was unhappy that he child was ill, I was in awe of her  poise as she anxiously awaited news of her son’s condition in NJ.  I think  my heart was in my throat – yet my admiration for her composure under pressure could not be stated. 

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I am sure I am not the only one exhausted.  I know I am not the only one contending with these issues.  And, even if they were different – dare I say I almost felt normal – listening to others for a change?

My perspective is usually pretty good.  I work hard to put myself in other people’s shoes.  I talk a LOT with Meghan, about various social situations, and try to help her see that her point of view is never the only one.  We have most of our best conversations in the car.

Tonight as we headed home from my in-laws I could no longer escape the conversation about the horrors of the Boston Marathon.  I had shielded her for a few days because I truly just couldn’t gather my words.

So, tonight as I explained what the bad people had done, and I answered her questions, she was, as the rest of the nation was, absolutely appalled.  And I spared her MOST of the details. 

She wanted to know why people have to suffer.  And she wasn’t talking about herself.  She was talking about these victims, as well as other people – children and adults, with cancer, or other major struggles.

There was no right answer.  So I gave her the best one I could.  We have things in our lives to deal with – all of us.  I don’t believe God picks us out to suffer.  There is evil in this world.  But I do believe, that we are given the strength to handle our struggles if only we ask.   And, we are given the tools to use our struggles to make a difference in the world.

So she asked why people do evil things.  Again – no right answer.  So, I gave it my best.  I explained that there are evil, awful people in this world, and she will encounter them at certain points in her life.  But the beauty of it is, that for every evil person, there are probably hundreds, or thousands of good people.  Those are the people we seek out in our lives.  Those are the people we center our worlds around. 

People are not inherently bad.  Most people are downright good.  And I reminded her of the stories I have told of the heroes of 9/11.  And then I told her about he heroes in Boston.

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I told her of the resolve of the police and all emergency personnel that REFUSED to give up until their people were safe.  I explained how they put their lives on the line every time they rang a bell or even took a few steps.  Yet, they would NOT stop.  They shut down a city and they made it happen.  They worked together, and they arrested their suspect.  These are the good people.

And then there were the ones, who helped the injured at the marathon.  Civilians and emergency workers alike.  They ran in to give a hand because people were in need.

There are some rotten things in this world.  There are diseases and illnesses and suffering.  There are awful, evil people too.  But we, we will live our lives focusing on the good guys.  The ordinary folks that “wear the capes.”

This world is not full of evil people.  It is full of good people who so often stand together intolerant of evil and focused on human decency.

God Bless the Boston PD, and all the emergency workers, and all the brave citizens.

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We stand with you.  We thank you. for reminding us that there are so many good people in the world.

Back to work, back to reality!

Elementary school kids can be really cute.  Sometimes.  I have been out more than I have been in these last few months, but since I have been at my school a long time I have a relationship with many of the kids and their families.  So, when I walked back in on Monday I was accosted by small people, all of them waist high.  Hugging my belly and telling me how much they missed me.

Um, thanks… and OUCH!

I smiled as I tried to slip away from them without offending anyone.  They are so innocent.  Not a single one thinks to ask why I was gone, they are just happy to see me.

I walk to my classroom, carrying my extra light bag that weighs 6 pounds.  I know this because I was told to carry nothing over 10 pounds, so my overprotective – God I love him – husband brought down the scale we use to weigh our luggage, and checked on my bag.

He knows I like to drink a LOT of water during the day.  He brought a case to my room, so I wouldn’t have to carry it.  He is a pretty good guy.

I sit and look around.  It has only been a few weeks again, but it looks strange.  Different.  I get the sense I am not too sure I belong.

Then I look at my schedule.  Classes are coming.  Real classes, expecting me to have lessons for them. 

You mean I have to teach too?  Wasn’t getting here enough?

I made it through – thankfully my days were shortened so I could deal with other issues. 

I was OK with coming home from the hospital right after surgery, but did this doctor really know what she was doing sending me back to work in less than 3 weeks?  Probably.

My surgery site barely hurts, and aside from some light bleeding, things are getting better.  I have to keep  behaving, and that is hard.  Very unlike me.

It was probably good to get up and out of the house.  To be around people.  To be reminded that life isn’t just about me and life goes on while you are home recovering from surgery.

I am just so incredibly TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!  The deep, bone crushing kind.  I need my energy back.

Tomorrow there are no kids in school.  Staff development for the teachers.  I am starting to feel like I have a purpose again.  Less wallowing, more working. 

My clothes are all picked out.  Let’s see what they make of my favorite breast cancer ‘survivor” T shirt.  I may be exhausted, but I will be sure my sense of humor follows me to work and wherever else I go.

If we can’t laugh at ourselves, and our own lives, we are in a LOT of trouble.