It was Christmas of 1979… I wished so hard, my heart was bursting with anticipation. The Chipmunks had just come out with their holiday album, and I wanted that cool Fischer Price record player. Do you remember those “innovative” plastic records? I never did figure out how they worked. It played like magic, and I wanted one so bad!
I remember my present was wrapped to crisp perfection. Red Christmas paper with images of Santa. The edges meticulously matched. Thick gold ribbon, topped off with a beautiful over-sized bow. I knew as soon as I saw the package that Santa had answered my prayers.
Back in the 1970’s, I wasn’t creeped out by the whole concept of a fat old man stalking me throughout the year. All I cared about was minding my P’s and Q’s so that I could get the present of my dreams. If I did my part, I knew Santa would do his part.
Yup, that was the best!
Today’s present pales by comparison… We are having some work done in our basement. It started out as a “simple” project that would cost us less than a thousand bucks. After meeting with a few contractors, it became apparent that the project would require replacing three support columns in our basement and redoing a huge section of concrete. Before long, the project widened in scope again to include some major plumbing overhauls, tearing down at least one wall, and installing two sump pumps. The grand total, and we aren’t finished yet, is approaching $6k.
All day, I found myself flip-flopping between frustration, anger, fear and anxiety. All the while, trying to embrace the idea that “this too shall pass” and “there are lessons from every storm.” After all, I write a blog which boasts “embracing the magic of the every day...” I found myself intentionally seeking some message from this “gift” that we’ve found ourselves opening.
Honestly, I’m still in the anger phase. The insights just aren’t coming to me. However, for whatever reason I was blessed with the image of my Fischer Price Christmas from 1979. I guess the best I can muster, in this moment, is relishing the fact that we have a home. With heat. And food. And love. And in this home, I am surrounded by 2 beautiful kids and a caring husband (he’s beautiful too). I guess I can also muster appreciation for this honest and hard-working contractor who is invested in making sure that our home is structurally stable.
While I’m at it, I should show some appreciation that the plumber is not sporting any crack…
It took courage to write that last paragraph.
Really what I want more than anything, in this moment, is to be a Toys ‘R Us Kid!
Is that wrong?