Parker and I went outside to play earlier, this morning, and after I finished viewing the latest episode of 30 Rock sitting on the steps leading up to my kitchen while watching Parker at the same time, I pulled my journal out and started writing. It seemed like it might be worth reproducing here, since blog world is "all about me."
Parker and I are playing in the backyard and I know that he is picking up all sorts of creepy-crawlies. We pulled several ticks off ourselves after our most recent expedition. That was for the purpose of destroying new bamboo growth and hurling it into the unknown (minutely glimpsed) territory beyond the back fence. So I wonder if there are ticks on us right now. And what is the likelyhood that we'll contract Lime Disease from one of those in our own backyard? What sort of poisons can be used to rid ourselves of ticks, that at the same moment will not make our home unsafe for Parker?
He, meanwhile, has covered himself with dirt.
Should I begin to mow the lawn myself occasionally, or is that a task better left to Michael and the boy? I liked this line from an episode of Little House on the Prairie we saw a month ago. "It's women's work, but it won't make sissies of them either." That was just before the episode where Charles adopted yet another orphaned son and daughter.
I imagine myself 'trolling around with a weed whacker almost every day during the growing season. What about those summer days later when the heat becomes intense? What will happen if one day I forget I'm wearing sandals and accidentally shave off part of my big toe? Will these bamboo shoots dull the blade on our lawn mower even though technically they still are only grass?
How shall we keep up with caring for this yard, but if we do not, the value of this property, both monetary and personal, is reduced.
I'm happy where I am at this moment in my life though it is so easy to talk oneself into becoming dissatisfied. I'm thirty-one years old--not living in communion with the Father, Son and Holy Spirit to the degree that I could wish. I haven't done great things, written great words, developed epic friendships. But I have this really wonderful boy, and his and Michael's lives are automatically better because I am in them. That really is the point of this experience.
This is where my journal leaves off. Parker, still covered in dirt, was ready to retake the house. I cannot convey the weight of his words here, but Larry Crabb writes that we experience a sense of entitlement in our requests to God. He says that prayer is about the relationship first, that our desire for relationship with God should be the first thing in our lives. We get off track when we start thinking that He should do things, or give us things just because we think that is commiserate with His will. If Crabb is correct, and again, I think he is, then it doesn't really matter that I have not achieved excellence in some interesting career, or that I haven't finished graduate school, or written a great book. Here in this place and at this moment, that is a comfort.
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing this personal post, Kelly. It's like looking into your heart.
You asked the question, but I'm not sure whether it was a question to which you wanted an answer. In case it was:
Whether bamboo shoots will dull your lawnmower blade or not is of no consequence. Lawn mower blades can easily and cheaply be re-sharpened or replaced. The real question is whether the shoot has become so thick that it will bend the shaft to which the blade attaches. Game over when that happens.
I wonder at what point that happens, Jim. When the bamboo is young it seems very vegetative. That's why even the thick shoots break off really easily. Obviously at some point there is a hardening of the outer skin, and that's when cutting becomes a job for the hatchet. Still later, after the full grown bamboo expires it can split and/or become very easy to pull of by the root. That's been my observation over the ten months I've lived with the overgrown weeds.
That's the thing to watch out for, what you've mentioned. Thanks for the warning.
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