Good Morning God!
I was sitting in Sandy’s living room, reading, when I looked up and saw this cloud over the mountains. What a lovely scene! Being a Full-Time Tutu is full of mostly lovely scenes — and an unexpected part of the Blessing is the Change of Perspective. I am walking in my daughter’s moccasins, God, and it is humbling.
Hmmm. Humility seems to be an ongoing theme. I find — thank goodness — little notes that Sandy has written — posted where I will need them. The espresso maker has a post-it note that says “Check water level. Turn off when done.” The blender has a note near it that says “Power button in back.”
I smile when I read them. But they help. And after my first “solo” day, when I forgot to give Ian his morning pills, I made a chart — just as Sandy had suggested — and now make a dutiful X morning and night. Sandy has left a day-by-day schedule of boys activities and pickup times. I read them faithfully, and, of course, consult with Mark.
Another small “window” into my daughter’s world is the reading material in the bathrooms. At Suz’s I read the New Yorker. Here one room contains A Rhyming History of Britain (I’m almost done) while another has The Power of Half: One Family’s Decision to Stop Taking and Start Giving Back.
Mark gave me his copy of Fortune so I could read the full article about Trader Joe’s and yesterday I read an entire issue of CAM — the Cambridge Alumni Magazine. Imagine, God, Prince Phillip is the Chancellor of Cambridge. How odd!
I remember M. Scott Peck’s words that “A parent who is unwilling to learn from his child is condemned to an early senility.” I am working hard at learning, God!