I think it's funny...and astoundingly beautiful how life simultaneously laughs at and supports me. Kids ensure the "laughs at" part--because no matter how long I parent, there are still aspects of this marvelously daunting job that baffle and confuse me--and ultimately make me laugh at myself for thinking I'm anything other than regular. The "supports me" part is when I think there is no time for my latent passions (like learning to draw/paint), and then I accidentally discover that my new friend and his wife are art teachers.
"Knock knock," life says confidently.
"Not now. I'm busy." I reply as sweetly as possible.
"Let me in!" life hollers. "Now!"
Sheepishly and chagrined I answer the door, "Come in?"
"Wipe that question mark off your face and get busy girl!" life says with a jaunty smile.
That's how it is. And come to think of it, that's how it's always been with me. I keep waiting to get a handle on my chaotic, busy life; thinking that if I could somehow get perfectly on top of things, expertly organized, infinitely patient, I would then be offered membership into the Superwoman Club. You know it--it's the club for all the "other" moms you know who are perfectly on top of things, expertly organized, and infinitely patient. So what if I learned a LONG time ago that the club only exists in the vapors of my mind, and so what if I know that other moms aren't really pulling EVERYTHING off effortlessly. I still covet membership. It's my birthright. Right? I'm a woman...I should be capable of absolutely everything.
And then...when I become so serious that not even my mirror recognizes me, I hear the gentle laughter of God, as he enjoys the folly of the girl who sometimes just chooses not to answer the door.
"Come in," I respond, "please do come in."
Speaking of sketchy:
Rat & Snake all snuggled up (not!)