Nana Holds-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Coffee Hour!

Thank you so much for coming today to join me more for more of this series that is changing my heart even more as I relive the events I’m sharing with you! Grab your coffee and come on in. 🙂

So I’m sitting on top of my bed, shaking my fist at God asking Him, “How could this be right when so much seems to be wrong?” I tried to stay focused but the whining of an almost two-year old is reverberating in my ears so loud that my intended argument with God thrusts to the side.

Suddenly the door opens, and George comes in and walks toward me. “Please come and help get things organized.”

All I could do is glare at him and follow him in silent agreement on the one thing we had agreed on: Because Bryce was insisting on bringing Bryden to our home to live, and we couldn’t or didn’t — I’m not sure which — say no, it meant that I would be bearing a lot of the responsibility and since that was to be the case, I needed some sense of organization in the room and closet.

Deep down I secretly thought, hoped, wished that this would help Bryce take more pride in his space. 🙂 Optimism is better than pessimism!

Anyway, I followed George into the room, nearly bumping into Bryce on my way as he carried up what seemed to be the tenth trip of an endless supply of toys and clothes. The stuff kept coming and I couldn’t help but wonder if Bryden had suddenly gained a couple more siblings that Bryce and George had forgotten to tell me about. I learned later that very little of it was bought but had been passed around in the family! Talk about a mixed blessing! 🙂 🙁 🙂

So despite everything feeling all wrong, I rolled up my attitude of frustration and confusion, lay it aside and did what was right for the moment, which was to work together with Bryce in trying to bring some sense of order to the chaos in the room. It actually didn’t take us that long, especially considering we had to entertain the little one for whom all this rearranging was taking place for!

Bryden was shy at first, staring at me as if seeing me for the very first time. Maybe he could sense my tension, or maybe he was oblivious to it all. Looking back on it now, I would love to know what was going on inside his little head as I recall his attention leaping around like a frog from one thing to another, demanding what most  two-year-olds demand: To be heard, to help and/or to be held! It was in the midst of helping put away our newest resident’s things that I heard with my heart “Daddy holds.”

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One Response to “Nana Holds-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power”

  1. Jan Bachelor says:

    I am smiling as I think on this blog. I am a person who does not like surprises in life. So since when I am thrown unwillingly into a situation, I find myself full of resentment which makes me short on patience and long on mean spiritedness. Ha Well at least I am being honest about me. I am a work in progress albeit slowly.