Being Humbled

So, yes, I don't have the chance to be humbled very often.  "How in the world?", you say?  Well, I do get humbled by my dear children.  The things they often do or say that can make a mama proud that they just may be listening and paying attention.  Yes, those are humbling moments.  Even when they come up with something anecdotal for me to listen to.  ;-))

This humbling that I am having is that of complete care provider for this household.  I have taken on so much and not given enough responsibility to the other inhabitants, that now that I am down with some serious illness, I am completely at a loss.  I'm one of those that prefers to just do everything so I don't have to go behind someone else and re-do what they have done half-way.  If the silverware is not placed in the correct slots, I will take the time to re-place every piece into its rightful home.  Anal?  Yes, but it is my space.  This is my work area, and I prefer that it stay as I want it.

I have a friend who has learned to let go when others help out.  For me, that would take some serious work.  To have the floor vacuumed correctly, mopped thoroughly, counters wiped off without utilizing a spray cleaner (imagining spray cleaner all over the butter, wooden spoons, anything exposed, eww...), I can't sit by and watch.

So here I am, down with some sinus infection, migraine or cluster headache, completely disabled.  I honestly can't stand the thought of the sun shining.  I pray for cloudy days, power outages, and darkness.  Rest for thine weary eyes!  I did go to a doc in the box -best visit ever to a doc, period- and got on a game plan.  The nurse practitioner came up with a wonderful treatment plan that should knock out everything I have going on, and I am so grateful for her sincere concern and time that she spent with me...even after giving me a shot in each backside.

I shall get better soon.  I will have my house in order.

My children went to a friend's house for the day yesterday, giving me much needed rest (hence the time to post a blog entry yesterday AND today!).  My head is feeling so much better.  And my face is no longer feeling like it's in a vice (ouch!).  I will get homeschooling back on track, laundry finished up, floors all shiny.  And it's not all in vain.  I opened my silverware drawer this morning in search of a spoon to stir my coffee, and lo' and behold, ALL of the silverware was in order, neatly put away in his own rightful place.  My dear, dear boy of 6 years, so thoughtfully took the time to do it right!  Yes, he will get an extra brownie with caramel and nuts for thinking of me in such a way. ;-)

So humbling it is to let go and let someone do something for me.  This is my workplace, my office, however, it is also my family's home.  We can all work together.  We all know where the silverware drawer is, no matter what order it is in.  We know where the bath towels are, no matter which shelf the kids' towels and grown-ups' towels are.  My children smile so brightly when I see they have helped.  They delight in making me more comfortable, especially when I so graciously let them have an extra brownie, go outside for a good portion of the day, or just simply cuddle instead of run around chasing dust devils.

How is it that the most can be learned from the smallest?

~~Blessings~~
MatronMurphy