1st day of school: Up early, excitement, most chores finished, piano practice done, everything ready, happiness abounding!
2nd day of school: Sleeping in, no chores finished, no piano practiced, having to be reminded to brush teeth, wear socks (sigh), and eat breakfast.
1st day of school: I'm up and showered and --AND! --wearing make-up by 8AM.
2nd day of school: I'm still sitting here in my pajamas at 8:58AM.
Tonight we have two soccer games, one Pack Meeting, and I have Book Club (I'm leading the discussion on Wallace Stegner's "Crossing to Safety").
This means I need to bake cookies for pack meeting, make muffins of some kind and pack "lunches" for our dinner tonight (to consume at soccer games), and finish my notes for book club. Plus laundry. And cleaning. And maybe change a diaper or two and nurse once or twice and feed the boys lunch.
OH! And we have an SEP for #4 with his Kindergarten teacher! Doh! Glad I remembered that just now...
Yesterday afternoon #1, #3, #6, and I rode up to the school for #1's and #3's SEP's. Love my MIL for giving me the most amazing bike I've ever owned and love my husband for getting the trailer hooked up to it so I can pull the littlies around. My goal? To get on that thing at least 5 days a week, even if it's just to the church (two blocks away) or the school (about 1/2 mile away). We'll ride bikes up for #4's SEP today, I can at least guarantee that!
Been thinking about rejection lately. Rejection by society (doesn't really bother me --really like it, actually, to realize I'm not following trending immorality) and rejection by friends/family.
I've said and done a lot of stupid things over the years. It doesn't surprise me that I've been or will be rejected by people. Interestingly enough, the rejections don't always come as bridge-burning-ripping-apart-the-relationship --some have been just simple emotional rejections in brief moments (followed by no communication). This is normal. I think most people have experienced rejection (in fact, I think I'll go out on a limb here and say EVERYONE has experienced rejection of some kind). It hurts, yes, as it should, but I don't have time like I have had in the past to dwell on it too much. Too many little people are depending on me to be present, and I can't be nursing wounded feelings in the face of such cuteness and need.
It's in the quiet moments of my day that I think about it, though. In fact, just last night (while #1 was at soccer practice and Brandon took #2, #3, #4, and #5 to the BYU Fall Sports Kick-Off thingy and I stayed home to nurse & cuddle #6 and clean up) I thought about the different kinds of rejections:
*My opinions offend
*The way I communicate offends
*The way talk about myself on my blog offends
*Being rejected by somebody I've never met/communicated with in my life (looooong story)
*Small, emotional rejections by those closest to me (which are a normal part of everyday life, truly, and are an opportunity to learn/grow and communicate better)
*How I've changed over the years offends
*Friends who used to be my closest confidants have stopped communicating altogether and I simply don't know why --I can assume, but I really don't know why. But in my attempt not to offend further, I don't push or pursue.
I thought about this scripture:
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. (Isaiah 53:3)
Now, lest you think I'm comparing myself to Christ, you can be assured that I am not. However, I was reminded of this truth: If Jesus Christ, a God, our Saviour, our Redeemer, our Advocate with the Father, the Only Begotten Son of God, and my Elder Brother was rejected and despised, what have I, Cheryl, a daughter of God, to complain about?
I'm pretty sure I've rejected people --some on purpose, most not. If I am rejected and despised, perhaps I can take comfort? Knowing that He understands more fully than I ever will? I mean, yeah, some people have made me feel like a complete outsider for decades, but He was rejected by the very people He died for. Perspective is everything, dear reader.
And with that, I'm off! Baking, showering, clothing, laundering, cleaning, feeding, changing... wash, rinse, repeat...