Another morning starts, I hear Caedmon crying out in his crib and I roll myself out of bed and cross the hall, past the bathroom to scoop him up;.
He’s sitting there waiting and before I lift him out of his crib he gathers up his “entourage” of 2 mamakes (blue elephants) a bobby (pacifier) and the books he demanded to take to bed with him the night before.
It’s really quite the production.
Then we change his diaper and move through the kitchen meeting his many demands for milk and whatever catches his eye in the pantry.
This morning is exactly the same as every other morning, although for me it feels entirely different.
I’ve been absent from this place, these morning routines, for five days now, off connecting with friends and receiving truth from gifted teachers. Downloading new music and gathering new insight from new experiences and views.
And now, just as I suspected this conference high has collided with my real life, which didn’t take it easy on me my first day back.
A full litter box which the cat is meowing me to clean with much demand.
Caedmon peed all over Kel’s messenger bag.
I can’t find a clean sippy cup to save my life.
I hear the phrase “shaving cream tastes yucky mommy!”
You can’t make this stuff up people. This is my real life, not aimless meandering chicago streets with gourmet coffee.
But the escape reminded me who I am, this mother AND that big city wanderer.
This writer and the woman who tends to endless excrement and dirty sippy cups.
As I sat to process all these swirling thoughts, my 3 year old Noelle brought me a business card with the gorgeous STORY red riding hood on it.
She asked if we could put this “beautiful art” on the fridge, so we gathered alphabet magnets off the floor and displayed wandering Red on our black maytag.
I sat with my mug of coffee staring at this dramatic, dark and beautiful woman on the business card, now surrounded by alphabet and banana magnets.
It’s just right, isn’t it? Big city, real skin, conference beauty brought home to fuel the oatmeal making life, peppered with dirty diapers and bright plastic magnets, little people underfoot (both the plastic ones and the flesh and blood ones)
This is the day to day, life is cycles and seasons, each speaking to the other, one refueling and one depleting it. We refuel for brief periods and then we must travel long distances on those tanks.
The wandering is the punctuation that brings sense to the run on sentences.
But with each pitstop, I am learning healthier rhythm, better grammar, deeper breathing.
I’ll continue to pick up a comma and period here and there, develop sharper eyes for the fuel I need, learn to find it here and there.
But for today I’m Red Riding Hood on the Fridge.