I’m in kind of a reflective mood lately. Maybe it’s the time of year, maybe it’s the doings of my therapist (yes, I have one) or maybe I’m just getting old. Whatever the reason, I’m happy about it. In fact, I want to actively spend more time reflecting. It doesn’t always need to be about something big. Small things matter too, people. So, I’ve been reflecting on the last couple of weeks and I’ve come up with my “learning list.”
Bowel movements make everyone feel better –
In this case I’m referring to my dog’s bowel movements, but I do think (and know thanks to Dr. Oz) that they are important for everyone. Jack managed to get one of his toenails ripped off last Sunday, which has turned him into a total gimp. Before we took him to the vet to get him hooked up with some pain meds, the poor little dude didn’t want to do much of anything. Which meant no walks. Walks are when Jack poops, so no walks meant no pooping. We tried and tried to get him to just go in the backyard but he would just stare at us and eventually sit down in the snow. On Tuesday he basically pulled Rob out the door to walk, and thank God, because he took a massive dump. A dump which we celebrated.
Spending time with someone you love is therapeutic –
My sister, Jessica, has the most challenging life of anyone I know. Having a sick child with difficult behavior issues (this is an understatement) requiring 24-hour supervision would send most people to the nuthouse immediately. Not Jess. Nope. She’s a warrior. And despite her crazy life, she manages to listen to my problems, support me and make me smile.
Playing and laughing with my nephew brings incredible joy –
Dylan, my 9-year-old nephew, and I don’t get to spend a lot of time together. When I’m at their house, I’m usually watching his sister (the one requiring 24-hour supervision). That and he doesn’t like me telling him what to do, so we clash a lot of the time. Last week my sister had an appointment and Stevie was asleep, so Dylan and I actually got to play. And it was so fun! I always have stories to tell after I hang with Dyl. This time he told me about a deaf kid in his gymnastics class, so I was like, “Oh, that’s cool. Maybe you can learn some sign language.” Dylan responded by telling me that he already does sign language to the kid and then proceeded to flash me some gang sign to prove it. Pure awesome right there.
So there you have it. Don’t worry, these sappy posts won’t continue. I’ve got plenty of negative, sarcastic script just waiting to be written.