Get Right With the Man

It never fails that when I wear my Cranky Pants for all the world to see, I am unexpectedly offered a sincere reminder of my blessings. 

I was afforded the special opportunity of weekday mass with The Athlete and his classmates.  Have you ever had the opportunity to see 60 children under the age of 8 kneeling together in prayer?  It is breathtaking.  Truly.

I can't really articulate the beauty of their innocence and genuine hunger to learn God's word.  There is no dissent.  No opposition.  They are there as a whole without egos or judgement.  They are listening carefully and quietly developing their own way to apply it.  Every chance I've had to experience this stands still in my mind as one of those moments.  Those moments. 

E and I standing at the altar of that perfect little church listening to the waves.

The nurse handing me the baby in the middle of the night and saying Congratulations.

Sitting in bed with my Nanny on her last day here and chatting with my Mom.

Those moments are fleeting, but the impact is eternal and mind blowing.  I hear the voice that is usually crowded out of my consciousness.  And I come back to center.  I am reminded to drop my cranky pants in the laundry and hang my woe is me hat on the rack.  He's been dialing my number and I haven't been listening.  I've been driving too fast, working too hard and fretting too much.  All for naught.  I'm covered.

Don't forget to count your blessings friends.  A headache can be cured and the dog can be sold ;), but these moments will never happen again.  Only we can choose what the memory looks like when the moment has ended.

Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change

And help somebody if you can

And get right with the Man

~ Van Zant