Yeah, I was surprised to hear myself say it, too.
I fought so hard for so long against purchasing it. Then I fought long and hard about it being "Mom's car." Then I fought long and hard against liking it... And well, now I apparently love it. Go figure.
When asked to explain my new found love, I'm sure I used the phrase, "it is what it is." This is often my mantra, but I've recently realized I usually only except the things I can't change. I need to embrace them. Don't get me wrong, as soon as my kids are old enough, I'm ditching the minivan and getting a car. But for now, it meets our family's needs in a economical and spacious way. Embracing.
Today, that is applicable to many things in my life:
- Tomorrow I'm unexpectedly staying home because the babysitter's son is sick. I had a full day of appointments that will need to be rescheduled. But, guess what? I'll be home to put the boys on the bus for the first day of school. I'll be able to pick Simon up from his first day of Young Fives. I'll be home for three hours with just Jillian. Can you imagine what I can get done during that time?
- Last week Jillian had three appointments on three consecutive days.
- Day 1 was an infusion during which we had to start prepping for Day 2's GI scope. That means 6 capfuls of Miralax in 32 ounces of water while hooked up to an IV. Thank goodness she is still in diapers.
- Above is what Day 1 was supposed to be. What it turned into, however, was an infusion in a private room and a cancelled scope because Jillian had a cold... But the cancellation of the scope came after we started the prep and went to Day 1's appointment with no gluten or dairy free snacks because she wasn't supposed to be eating anything. All the while hooked to an IV that was attached to the wall. We improvised with meat but no bread from a hospital sandwich and carrot sticks but no dip because it had dairy. Torture. Jillian was hungry, blowing out all sides of her diaper and angry about being cooped up in a closed room. I had to change her in a reclined chair and her head was lower than her buns and her diaper was full of liquid... Just take a minute and imagine that.
- So Day 2's appointment had to be rescheduled. That means more waiting for answers, if any, and more time off work. But it also meant a full day free to spend with Lucas and Simon. And so we did breakfast at Russ', a trip to Hobby Lobby and craft after craft after craft. Just us and long overdue.
- Day 3 was a new patient appointment with an endocrinologist. Jillian is short. There have been periods of time, which not surprisingly have coincided with sickness, that she stops growing. I shared her history and gave him the names of all the doctors we see after which he said he is concerned any time he sees an otherwise healthy child who is so far behind in growth. Um, yeah. That's what I thought, too (sarcasm). And then we talked about nutrition. I'm just going to stop telling doctor's that she is gluten and dairy free. Let's just leave it at she's a good eater, which she is. And if he requests to continue seeing her once a year despite all the blood tests coming back normally, which they most certainly will, I will embrace it... until I have a definitive reason not to.
So, I give you permission to tell me to "embrace it" next time you notice me struggling. Often we just need reminders to shift our lens and look at things just a little bit differently. I often fall into the victim role and I tell myself I have to do things when in fact I have the privilege of doing things... like taking Jillian to doctor's appointments, staying home to put my boys on the school bus and yes, even driving a minivan.
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