My Single Mom Slippers
I really must be tired – from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Not only is my hair looking a bit limp lately, but my feet are feeling a bit done-for. My life is too difficult. I want it to be warm and fuzzy – like my slippers. In fact, all I want to do is find a way to spend the whole day in my slippers.
Believe me, I’ve never been a stay-in-your-pjs-all-day kinda gal. Being an Army brat meant no lounging around the house. I gotta say, I like that … I like the get up and get on with your day mentality. But right now I really would like to get up, have a cup of tea and sit back down in my slippers … all day.
It’s a new me, a weary me. I love that I get stuff done, well, I mean I love the idea of getting stuff done. I mean if I could actually get stuff done, I’d love it! Unfortunately, I don’t get as much done in a day as I’d like. Instead I tend to just run around like a squirrel in traffic – barely missing being squashed by oncoming semi-trucks. I think my slippers represent a quieter, comfier existence.
And really aren’t we all exhausted at the end of the day? Don’t we all just wanna put our feet up? As soon as the alarm goes off, my feet and I are already tired just thinking about the day. I’m not sure how to get ahead of the curve. I’m scraping the guardrail as I fly around the curve on two wheels with my eyes shut and my hands griping the steering wheel for dear life … now that’s a visual! (And regardless of what my children tell you, I don’t really drive like that!)
I find myself slipping on my slippers even when I know I can’t actually keep them on beyond the walk down the stairs to the front door. It’s the little moments of comfort! Take what you can get, right?
God often uses these little things to reveal something to me — something precious and sometimes quite small. My slippers aren’t anything special. I received them as a Christmas gift from one of my kids (another single mom thing). But they bless my feet. Maybe that’s the realization. Blessings come in big and little things … like a warm Mocha, soft candlelight, or a pair of comfy slippers.
I guess I do see a theme in my life. Find joy in little things. I’m surrounded by little people that I love so it’s only natural that I find joy in little things.
I think I’ll slip on my slippers and relax, but only for a second. Someone is yelling my favorite name … “Mama!”
How about we slip on our slippers, sip some hot cocoa and say a little prayer of thank you to God for little moments and little things that bless us!