the smell of fresh mowed grass perfumes the air...everything is turning green and
the flowers peek up from their winter sleep...And then....there are the chores of Spring! So, I decided I would tackle some of it!
1. Uncover the furniture (X)
2. Rake out the leaves (X)
3. Put together the two man glider...(wait a minute, I've never done that before!)
4. Hook up the electrical for both of the water fountains..(that was not my job!)
5. Weed the gardens (X)
Now, what do I do about number 3 and 4?...I decided I could call someone to help...
OR I could tackle it myself!...It took a bit of time to uncover all the parts to these projects...(did I ever watch this being done before? I'm not to sure I did because I was probably busy weeding my gardens!)
I pulled up my big girl panties..and decided I could do this...after a bit of frustration everything was done!
I sat down on the glider and cried...
Cried because it was now a one woman glider...but the soft sound of the water flowing from the fountains began to sooth me as I continued to cry....but now I was crying because I ACTUALLY DID THIS...without any help!...I cried because I was proud of myself!...cried because I was alone!...and cried because life is going on!...
It turned out to be a wonderful experience...(although a sad one) But it made me realize that I am much stronger and more capable than I ever have been in my life.
And today the sun is shining...the birds are singing and I will get to see the rewards of my hard work!
BE WELL...
2 comments:
what a moment on that glider.....all alone.....and yet, somehow, with a whole lotta women from all over the place surrounding you and rooting you on.....
Oh Patty,
I'm so proud of you. I probably would have sat down on the porch before the box of glider parts and kicked my feet and fussed for awhile. I'd like to think I'd end up, like you on the glider, but I'm not sure I would have. I think I was much more inclined to "Do it myself" when there was somebody besides me to prove it to. I think without parents I'm reverting to a 2nd childhood instead of growing into the independent woman I'd like to think I can be.
Though you may have doubted you strength, no one else has. I love the picture of you, gently rocking and smiling. There may also be tears, but the smile is peeking through from the inside out.
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