April 24, 2005

I Walk Amongst the Blessed

Have you ever suddenly looked at your life and thought, ‘Holy crap am I blessed’. As frustrated as I’ve been with my life lately, that has happened to me twice in the last week. I always feel fortunate, but there are times I am awash with a feeling of being of the ‘truly blessed’.

Last week my husband was out of town, and I groused and complained to myself as I got my kids out of bed, fed, brushed and dressed, and traipsed them down to a community parade… a Heritage Day parade. We were participating for Son#2’s cub scout den. We had a float. It seemed like such a hassle on top of all the others of my day to day. As I was helping all the boys throw their candy and beads, seeing the various groups from the neighborhoods working on their antique cars or floats, watching the brownie troops and dance groups full of giggling little girls try to march together, listening to the local bagpipe band, noticing the American flags, hearing our names called out by residents we knew as our float drove by, on this glorious beautiful Saturday morning, I had an overwhelming feeling of being oh so blessed.

To live in America can be such a wonderful thing. I spent a lot of time reflecting on our military troops and the sacrifices they make for me to live the life that I live. It is not lost on me.

Saturday was another one of those days, but more personal. We had “Frankie’s” First Holy Communion and with my parents in town, and a massive gathering at the church, it felt very family oriented, yet still somewhat of a community. Watching the children walk down the aisle, hands pressed into a prayerful fold, some of them taking deep breaths to quell the anxiety of their excitement, some of them walking very quickly, staring ahead, as if on a mission, others smiling as if in embarrassment of being the center of attention, it took my breath away. The sweetness. The innocence. Frankie was so proud.

Some of the mothers know I made the quilt, but very few. Of the 64 squares, only a handful knew. It was hanging on the wall and I could see children pulling their parents to see their square, the 1/64th of the quilt, yet without their part, it would not have been the same. They were so proud. I heard parents saying to others, “Wait, we can’t leave. We have to go see the quilt.” And I quietly watched, filled with such a peace that they were happy with their creations. They were so proud of what they had done to create the end project. They were beaming… and it was all suddenly worth it and I remembered… I remembered why three times I have volunteered the enormous task of putting this quilt together… and how I will do so again in 2 years when Son#3 has his Holy Communion.

Afterwards, I had a small gathering. It was my family, my folks, my father in law, my brother in law and his wife and child, and Son#1’s best friend since he was born, with his parents… whose Mom is a good friend of mine and also the Godmother of my third son. It was casual as I needed it to be, eating BBQ, chicken pot pie, and home made brownies, afterward the men drinking single malt scotch on the porch, the women sitting around the dining room table laughing. The boys, all four, who had been outside playing chase, barefoot through my yard, throwing balls at each other and just being boys, eventually settled in to play video games. It was a good day for them.

It was a good day for me.

I am blessed.

Posted by Boudicca at April 24, 2005 10:58 PM

I get that feeling when I look around my house at the piles of clothes and the dishes to be washed, while holding my little one in my lap while he is singing a song to me. What a wonderful feeling! Thank you for sharing this story with us all!

Posted by: oddybobo at April 25, 2005 11:00 AM



:deep breath:



Posted by: _Jon at April 25, 2005 12:58 PM

Wow, a lot of us are on this path to profound discoveries. Maybe it's just the season....

Posted by: Sissy at April 25, 2005 02:17 PM

"To live in America can be such a wonderful thing."

Hmmm... I think I just found my tattoo :-)

Posted by: Harvey at April 26, 2005 07:59 AM

Harv...are you putting that next to the bondage bear or the llama?

My mom freaked out about my first tattoo but then got one for her 40th birthday on her lower back of a heart and in the middle an American flag and it says "American Girl"

I am quite patriotic...but that's just a little too oohrahriffic for me!

Hmmm...I may have a post on tattoos with pictures coming...

Posted by: Sissy at April 27, 2005 07:06 PM