Today was a generally crappy day. Just the way it happens. Some days are crappy.
I thought it would be a super productive day, but it was not.
I thought my five-year-old would shake his fever. He did not.
I thought I would avoid (potentially hormonal) fits of malaise and hypochondria in which I was sure I was coming down with his fever. I did not.
Had I thought about it, I would have hoped to avoid frustration, pain and confusion resulting from the NEVER-ENDING saga that can be extended family. Nope, I didn’t.
However, days like today remind me that if I stay focused on the right Source, the joy will come. Not overabundant quantities of joy, not endless supplies of say, sleep, chocolate, Sour Skittles, sun and sandy beaches. No, no, just….enough joy.
Enough to remind me that there is good in the world. That I can laugh, and I should. That while I am worrying (needlessly) about things over which I have no control, that God has my back. And that He knows when I need a giggle, so I can get up and do it again tomorrow.
Today my five-year-old invented his own form of New Math, a sophisticated blend of linguistic symbology and algebraic representation. It will probably help us stabilize wormholes or polarity fields or something in the future. Oh, have I not mentioned he is a genius? I’m not bragging just cause he’s my kid, it’s quite simple. He’s a genius. What’s that? No, I do not think it was a fever-induced vision…..
We were having a jovial disagreement about the merits of his breakfast, sort of a “no, it isn’t” “yes, it is” kind of a thing. I said “well, what do you know? You’re five!” To which he said, “Oh, yeah? Well, I know what 1 plus X is! Wunx!” Wait for it…think about it……
Wunx. Also pronounced wuncks. Brilliant.
Just. Enough. Joy.
Note: my brilliant, fever-dreamin’ boy swears he made this up, and did not hear it from Spongebob or elsewhere. If that is not the case, you may burst my bubble, cause it will still make me giggle. And that is the point.