Mornings with preschoolers always feel like they’re teetering on the brink of chaos and some mornings they fall right into insanity. Today was one of THOSE mornings, fraught with chaos.
It started out fairly normally, warming sippy cups of milk and turning on PBS for the kids while I found my bearings, made my coffee.
Then, while I was in the other room trying to finagle a last minute Christmas gift for Noelle my son pulled all of my parent’s heirloom stone bakeware onto his feet.
The result was a shattered mess of lovely pottery and several cut and bleeding toes.
I was a weepy, awful mess over the whole thing, because I cherished those pieces of cookware and I cherish my sons baby toes.
I couldn’t help but grieve those shattered pieces of stoneware that I’d lovingly gathered from my parent’s house after my Mom’s funeral. Why couldn’t it have been something cheap, something from Kohls or even a wedding shower gift.
Out of everything in the cookware cabinet, why did he have to break those?
Why couldn’t he have been content with the safe, plastic mixing bowls I’d set out for him to play with instead of going back in for “a different ones!”
Our morning went on and I worked to get the children ready to head off to the Children’s Museum with some friends.
I got sweet text message from my friend Kami who’d seen a picture of the shattered pottery on Instagram and wanted to let me know that she was praying that God would turn things around and bring joy into my day.
I’m pretty sure I muttered something to the effect of “yeah me too, although I doubt it.”
I set my phone down and set out to brush Noelle’s hair in spite of her protesting. As I brushed, I saw Caedmon run down the hallway with something in his hand, which I didn’t recognize.
I kept brushing for a few seconds and then it hit me… he had the plunger.
You see, Caedmon has this odd habit, when I’m bummed and stressed out he disappears for a few moments, then he emerges giggling, cackling… with our plunger.
It frustrates me and makes me laugh every time because it’s so ridiculous and awful that there is nothing else I can do but laugh about it… and thank God we bleach that disgusting thing after every use.
This morning as I approached my plunger toting son he ran from me and into the pantry where he held the plunger over his head like the spoils from an epic battle.
He is ridiculously dramatic for an almost 2 year old.
He always knows when my heart is heavy and he always goes to battle for me and today I realized that the plunger is his weapon of choice.
More than that I truly believe that God speaks to me through this toddler and this plunger.
He’s used intimate objects in the past, burning bushes, flaming pots. (he uses fire a lot… if our plunger ever bursts into flames I will remove my shoes, because God’s probably about to speak)
That plunger is God’s way of bringing my Joy… Disgusting, ridiculous Joy in a way that never fails to get my attention.
Today, he used this plunger to say: “Leanne have a laugh, see this plunger as a reminder that I am faithful. I send my people with their text messages and my babies with plungers. Anything to bring you joy, to lift your spirits and remind you that I’m always with you, I’m not going anywhere, ever.”
May God send a (very metaphorical) plunger to your dark places today
Do you have “plungers” that God uses to bring you joy in unlikely ways? What are they? I love hearing how God uses the unlikely to bring light.