“Two shoes, Mom?” Calista said this 2-3 times before I simply had to ask, “What are you talking about?”
I had picked her up from the bus, on my own two feet, with two shoes. Nothing special, right? But for this girl, today it was! I was no longer limping with an air cast or on crutches, or driving (embarrassingly) down 1/2 of a block to pick up my kid.
Two shoes. Doing my own grocery shopping. Not freezing a foot 10 out of 24 hours with icing. Simple things. I learned that Calista knows how to count by 2’s this week so here goes a list inspired by her and the last month’s events, for which I am grateful.
#1 Putting on your two shoes, one at a time, can really be a highlight of the day! (There are a few single shoes and slippers I had to really hunt down after not wearing both for a month!) I am grateful for walking in two shoes without a limp and losing that permanent cramp in my good leg’s hamstring.
#2 I can swim! Like really swim, with goggles, a suit that fits me (all this time, I’ve been buying them too big!), a swim cap and even learned what is a pull buoy and how to use one! I had to ask Elam’s swim teacher a few times how to breathe correctly doing the crawl but I’m getting the hang of it.
#3 I like to swim laps. Especially when I have things to count (like 6 things to blog about) and prayer to say. I have had to figure out ways to keep track of the laps. Like using my flips, pull buoy or tricks about the Trinity, how many kids I have and how many we hope to have (which is 3, just so you know).
#4 I can pray well underwater. A dear friend was diagnosed with breast cancer the same week I wrecked my ankle. I didn’t know for a week. Just when she told me, I was getting depressed about how much my ankle hurt still and wasn’t getting better. Whine whine. Then I heard the news. Perspective changer? Yep.
It has been amazing to be part of the community at the Y caring for her, feeding her family and encouraging her as she continues going to class, running on the treadmill and facing it like the warrior she is.
#5 Adoption note: I was doing my laps last week, and thought of how to tell people in a different way that we “are in the process of adoption.” People get how long it takes, but here’s a way I have said it lately: I am 23 months along in the adoption. It will be 2 years in January. Thank God I haven’t been gaining weight that whole time!
#6 I’ll admit at first I panicked. How was I going to survive without going to the Y everyday? How would I know how much/little to eat so I didn’t gain 30 lbs while I (mostly) laid around reading Harry Potter?! Especially since Christmas came early to me and my parents gave me a KitchenAid!? (don’t think of it as a mixer; consider it loaves of homemade bread, brownies and cookies!)
Now after 4 weeks and learning a new routine, I feel less bound to exercise, analyzing my eating habits and rushing schedule. Elam sometimes needs a nap. Sometimes I do! Sometimes I eat brownies as a dessert after breakfast. The gym can wait.
Two friends at church have asked me as they watched my sprain, Elam getting sick & me getting a cough, “Do you think God is trying to teach you something?” Do you think?!
The answer is yes. I hope I am listening.