After two days and two consecutive meetings to discuss my parents failing mental status and how best to proceed to help them and keep them safe, I felt like I was at my limit, but I found that not to be true. I am about to go on a second consecutive day to the emergency room to help first my parents and now my in-laws the best I can (which let’s face it isn’t much).
In this busy week as I prepare for Sunday, I long for the ordinary. I cam across this quote from Mary Jane Iron…
“Normal day, let me be aware if the treasure you are…Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in my pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”
I feel that today. I will treasure the ordinary and not long for better, but accept the gift that ordinary is.