The Shiny & The Sh!*

Offspring #1 & Offspring #2,

Be grateful for all of it. 

I will pause now so that you can roll your eyes.

But seriously, be grateful for all of it. The shiny and the shit, and all the boring stuff in between.

I know this feels like an impossible request, and I am not asking you to be grateful for the shit while you’re in it. And I know sometimes it’s impossible to fully realize the shiny stuff while you're in it too, because, let’s face it, we all fear that if we fully appreciate the good shit, then we will be courting the other shoe to drop. Well, my lovelies, the other shoe is going to drop anyway. There are so many shoes waiting to drop in your future. Sometimes it’s going to rain shoes, and you enjoying shoeless days is not going to make the shoe storm better or worse, but it will make it easier to endure the shoe storm.

So, be grateful for:

Enough milk for your cereal.

A well executed parallel park.

The inevitability of rain on grocery shopping days.

Vacations!

The months when you just scrape by.

Having to walk the dog.

Catching a shiny Pokemon

Shoveling out your car

Not getting the job

Getting the job

Extra full order of fries

A puppy’s head on your shoulder

A perfectly crafted sentence

Sitting next to the loud eater of the family on Thanksgiving

Being annoyed by the one you love the most

Being astonished by the one you love the most

Being astonished by the one you love the least

Bacon

Realizing your dream came true

Not knowing what to say

Making someone laugh

The dentist

Being forced to learn how to change a tire, usually in the rain

Pizza Crust

Being exhausted

Chaos

An unexpected pleasant day that unfolded without a plan

A good couch nap

The ocean

Frustration and maturing to the point where you know it will pass

D’Alessandro’s Cheesesteaks

Payday

Laughing

Feeling anything

Recognizing bravery in yourself and others

The Cornetto Trilogy

Etc., etc., …

to be discovered…

Life is miraculous and hard and often beyond your control. But the privilege of living, the moments of awe afforded by the obvious, the ordinary and the OMG far outweigh the hard. So remember, in the moments of deep shit and blissful shiny, be grateful; do yourself the favor of taking even a second to be grateful for it all.

I love you both more than chocolate chip cookies.

The Scarf

I lost my favorite scarf this past Fall. I’m not sure how, it was a large scarf. As scarfs go, it had a long life, 33 years to be exact. It wasn’t fancy, something I bought from a street vendor when I was a student in London (I know, shut up Mary). My 21 year old self had not predicted needing a scarf, and, so, was woefully unprepared for the bluster of London. It was a simple affair, blue and purple squares making up more of a shawl than a scarf. It was on the thinner side, but was surprisingly warm. I got many compliments on it over the years, and it kept me warm inside and out, from cold offices and classrooms, to snowy days shoveling out my car. I have no idea how I lost it, and am still clutching to the possibility that it may turn up, like all those single earrings awaiting the return of their partner.

It feels significant. I know it’s just a lost scarf, something that happens every day, but this has been with me for the entirety of my adult life. It was a comfort, it always reminded me of a time of infinite potential, and it seemed to go with everything. I haven’t found a new one yet, at least not one that scratches old and new itches, and I’m not in a rush, because it feels significant. Significant in all the obvious Nancy Meyer’s screenplay ways: the ways of letting go, embracing the forthcoming, and opening the door to re-definition. But then there are the not so obvious unexpecteds. The glimpses of confidence born of a lifetime often half-lived through too many apologies and accommodations. The forgiveness of personal disappointments walking hand in hand with a more grounded clarity of purpose. The gratitude for the discovery of talents and comforts that don’t need to lead to recognition because they are propelled by joy, not agenda. 

Strange that I lost this scarf the same year I lost my father; someone who was always a comfort, who always reminded me of my infinite potential, and who understood me better than anyone. This last sentence probably feels like the aha moment here. Grief and rebirth. Two losses, two ends of eras. Thesis delivered. Not so cut and dry from where I sit. I still think I’m going to find my old scarf, in the sleeve of some coat into which I did not delve deeply enough. 

Deep down, I know that’s not going to happen. But I’m not rushing its successor. I am allowing that a new scarf will present itself when least expected. A scarf that will address the need at hand, that makes the world less cold. A scarf that accompanies me on the next 30 years. So, I’m trying to both pay attention and not. I did not know, when I found the old scarf, what it was going to mean. For the time being I am making the scarf below. It’s totally different. I don’t know if it will scratch the itch, or just be itchy. So I will relish the not knowing. I’ll let you know the results in another 33 years.