It would have been so easy to sit in silence, as YaYa and I gathered around the dinner table tonight. We could have simply ate, not saying a word about all the sadness and frustration that the day had brought. But how could I deny the tears rolling down my baby’s cheeks after discovering his homework, which was essentially done (only needing to be typed by morning) was missing from his backpack.
On my end, it was my recent discovery that my request to take an extended weekend around the marathon has been denied which brought me sadness. Not only was it being denied but my new employer also wants me to attend a critical meeting from Thursday through SATURDAY evening! That would be THE Saturday evening before my 6:30 am start.
There is no way that my new employer did not know about this meeting. These meetings are essential to the success of any clinical trial as they are the means to train the masses. They are planned well in advance so as to get as many physicians and study coordinators to attend. Why then, was this not mentioned before?
As frustrated as I am about my marathon weekend being compromised, I am more frustrated and worried about joining a company where communication isn’t valued in the way that I need. I wonder what I can expect from a company that is willing to put me through something such as this so early in the game. Perhaps this is NOT the right job for me after all.
At the end of the day, I had only enough energy to warm up soup and open a bottle of wine. Only one glass, Coach; I promise.
YaYa and I gathered around the table staring at our dinner with uncertainty about the days ahead. Reaching for YaYa’s hand, I closed my eyes and began to pray. I have to be honest, saying grace is not a routine part of our meals. But more and more — and tonight especially — it seems like the right thing to do.
After thanking God for the meal, I asked Him to direct YaYa and me to the right path — what ever that is. Then, my not-so-little-boy crawled up in my lap for me to wipe away his tears, and give him a big hug. For this precious moment, he is my baby. If a mocking bird, looking glass, and billy goat would help, I might be tempted to buy them for him. Instead, I remind him that we have hot food on the table and each other…and that that’s pretty darn good.
Indeed, we are blessed. Cheers!
Some days a big hug and a prayer are the only remedy. Your little man is so fortuate that his mother can find a little sunshine even during the little storms that pass through life.
Ya-Ya is lucky to have such a wonderful mom, who leans on God when we need to reach into that reservoir. Hugs!!
Tell them that you are expecting big pasta meal at the Saturday lunch. And Friday too.
I agree, you are very blessed with such a great little boy. ?
I’m sorry about your marathon weekend, but I will hope it’s just a fluke and that all will be well with everything, both the meetings and your marathon. It’s just a little bump in the road, you have much greater adventures ahead anyway.
For every person who rains on your parade, there are ten others waiting with umbrellas.
Wow, what Ken said! My umbrella will be yellow! So you can find me!
Oh my gosh. *love* big boys who are never TOO big to need their mamas. Hoping for sunnier days. :)
Life lessons… for all of us :-)
I hope not so little Ya Ya pulled out of his issue without too much trouble. How sweet that he wanted a Mom cuddle in his dark hour.
As for the new job- it really can’t be any worse than the old one, right? And it might be better. I certainly hope so.