As we waited for our food, the girls carefully peeled open their fortune cookies (yeah, as long as we're out at lunch we may as well have dessert before the slightly more healthy stuff). Oh boy do they ever love those little puppies. There is something so intriguing to them about a cookie telling them something special that will surely happen to them.
On that Good Friday afternoon I think there was an aura around that table of ours. Each slip of paper pulled out actually had some good potential.
(Yeah that "someone" was me...and the rest of the family too....and probably friends...and some cute boys at school...)
(Oh how I love that one for Lucy.)
(Hmmm....yes, Easter was around the corner and the Easter Bunny did, in fact, show up.)
(Yeah, Sunday was a lucky day. I mean, how can Easter not be lucky?? Well, maybe when you have church at 8:00 A.M....)
Mine made me think:
Hmmm...I like that word "versatility." Not so sure it's an outstanding trait of mine, but I hope I can make it one. If it's a "fortune" it must come true, right? :)
Being versatile means:
1. Capable of doing many things competently.
2. Having varied uses or serving many functions.
3. Variable or inconstant; changeable: a versatile temperament.
Isn't that what every mother wants to be? To be able to make dinner and nurse a baby very competently at the same time? To keep a clean and well-run house and to have the spunk to get on the floor and be crazy with the kids? Oh, or what about having a "changeable" temperament? Wow, that's a good one...to have enough intuition to know when to be stern and when to let loose.
I'm actually really trying to be versatile right now because man alive, this thyroid/Hashimoto's thing is giving me a run for my money. Each night I lay in bed next to Dave and complain about how horrible I feel. He is extra in love with me lately because of this little fact. It is always so nice to hear your spouse complain on a continual basis. But I swear this new medicine they have me on is making things worse. Maybe it's just in my mind, but I sure feel awful. Which makes me snappy with my kids and annoyed at poor Dave. Having a cold sore the size of Texas protruding from my bottom lip making me feel sick as can be for the last two weeks hasn't helped either.
So being "versatile" was a pretty darn good fortune that day. As I sat there on that patio with the sunlight filtering in and my girls surrounding me with smiles stretched across their faces chatting away like nobody's business, I made a new goal: I'm going to try to snap out of it and seek to make that fortune of mine come true.
Because really, having versatility for an "outstanding trait" sounds pretty darn good to me.