I feel good. There is plenty I could feel bad about – work things, personal things – but that is overshadowed by the good. The sun is shining. And I just got a text and picture from Stella’s teacher that almost brought happy tears. I believe I’ve mentioned that one of my more glaring lack of mom skills involves hair. I just can’t do it well. I can’t do my own well. I’m usually a mess. Well, when I picked Stella up Friday, someone else had clearly done her hair. It was in a lovely French-style braid. It was a braid that there was no way in hell Will could have managed that morning. Stella confirmed that Mrs. S had done it, and I texted her, admiring her skill. Today, Mrs. S did an even fancier style and sent the cutest pics of the two of them together. She said she loved “special morning time” with my kid, and that she “would soar.” I’d show the screenshot, but I would never do anything to jeopardize her privacy. But how amazing is that?
The weekend was busy and good. No drama. We got to visit the Asian market and see the annual lion dancing for the lunar new year. We ran into several other friends there, and everyone but Felix loved it. It just isn’t his thing. Even though this year we remembered hearing protection, he spent most of the event clinging to my neck like a terrified monkey. The rest of the day he looked reproachfully at me and complained that he “got gassed” at the lion dancing. I didn’t think firecracker smoke qualified as gassing, but who am I to judge? And in preparation for the event, I had resurrected my “Countries of the World” binder, choosing Vietnam. I had found information on some of their customary dresses/uniforms, as well as traditional new year celebration foods. We got to see and try some. It was a full-on sensory lesson. I love it.
I pimped my husband out to build carpenter bee and butterfly houses for my Daisy Scout troop. I think he enjoyed it. Both afternoons, he and the kids just kind of hung out outside. We grilled out. We cooked hot dogs on a campfire in the backyard. We were going to go to a museum event Sunday afternoon, but everyone seemed chill to stay home. We just stayed outside. It was pretty damn wonderful.
I’m posting this, despite it not being terribly interesting or amusing, because some days it IS damn hard to think positive, to feel positive. There is plenty that I – that we all – could worry and obsess about. But worrying and obsessing rarely does much other than raise your blood pressure and anxiety. Bad shit happens. Bad shit gets handled. But good shit happens in between. Let’s try to have a good week, shall we?