Fun with Son

It was a cold walk this morning; A and I went solo because B was enjoying his vacation by sleeping in. It is not as much fun talking with A because she just wags her tail when I speak to her and she doesn't get my sense of humour.

I almost broke with tradition today by updating my blog at home instead of the coffee shop. I was planning on going in late because D wanted me to drop her off at work. We were going to dinner later and she liked to take one car when possible. However, D needed more time to get ready so she told me to go to work and we would just take our own cars to dinner. So here I sit in my comfy chair by the front window enjoying my triple-venti-no-whipped-mocha while updating my blog on my little pocket notebook. Unfortunately, I lost my little smartphone while snowmobiling so I am relegated to the old fashioned pen and paper. Writing is especially difficult because I have carpal tunnel or something like that from working the throttle on the snowmobile.

J and I left Friday evening and arrived at our friend’s house around 8:00. We hung out for the night then went off sledding first thing in the morning. We returned home for a great dinner and pretty much repeated that sledding/dinner process for the next couple of days. The conditions were great, the company fabulous, the food was superb and we had a great time.

The only downside to the weekend was two unfortunate events that were insignificant in nature but embarrassing for J. Saturday, J flipped a sled while fooling around on a lake; he and the sled are fine but his ego was severely bruised. Tuesday morning at breakfast (my famous crepes), he broke a kitchen chair simply by leaning over to pat the dog. Both incidents were completely accidental but I could see that J took them hard. It reminded me of when he used to play sports and I would pray frantically and cross all my fingers and toes hoping that he would sink the shot or hit the ball. When he missed, I would curse God and deny his existence. How could a loving God treat my son so harshly? I would stand there with my shoulders slumped, my chin in my hands and a look of sadness on my face as I watched him endure the pain and disappointment life so often throws at us. I felt those feelings again this weekend but I am content knowing that I am at least with him while he learns about life’s hardships.