I've been trying to spend a little more time with my aunt this week, getting her out and about. The other day I finished work early, and we had a little excursion to Home Goods. If you've never been to one of those, it's like a Marshall's for your home. Furniture, lamps, tschotchkes, bedding, kitchen wares. It's all there, and it would take me two days to go through it all. It's all kind of a hodge podge - you never know what you'll find, and that's part of the fun.. Sometimes there's nothing, but the next time you'll come across all kinds of treasures. Anyway, she didn't feel like going to the local Orchard's to wander in their garden department, so we ended up in Home Goods to look for a little lamp for her dresser to light up a dark corner. I had a vision of what I wanted to find.
Now one unpleasant truth I've discovered about myself is that I'm a complete control freak. I like things how I like them. It's hard for me to change course. When I have a particular vision in mind, I have trouble yielding to anything else. Because I know best. (And here I have to apologize to my children for the years of bulldozing I probably subjected them to...) But this was my aunt's room, and her shopping trip. I've been working so hard with her to actually HAVE an opinion. On anything. She has bent and given way to others her whole life, and I've wanted her to discover the joy of making her own decisions. Discovering things that she loves. And that day she came to love a lamp that I did not. She admired it's architectural shapes, it's straightforward lines. It's the first time I've seen her voice an opinion and a reason behind it in years. And I sadly, but wisely, stifled my own opinion and encouraged her. She is starting to find her voice. And that's a Good Thing.
I wandered away, and let her have the fun of perusing this treasure or that one by herself. I didn't want her to think I was hovering, tapping my foot impatiently. She is quick to feel that she's taking too much of your time - even if she's not. When I came back around to check on her, she dragged me back into a far corner to show me a little table she had discovered. It seems she wanted a small table out on her covered patio where she could pot some plants and putter with trowels and flowers. And she'd found a perfect little rustic piece for it. I think it was actually supposed to be a nightstand, but it was painted a very distressed robin's egg blue, had a couple of drawers that could hold gardening gloves and perhaps some tools, and a shelf where she could store a small bag of Miracle Grow soil. The top will be perfect for potting new plants, or she could put a pretty plant there. Her choice.
Sadly, we had driven my Miata there, so we had to leave the table there until L could get home with the Explorer, so we took the new lamp (oh my she was excited about that lamp!) and drove back to her place, top down, hair blowing. I don't think she'd been out of "the home" for that long for quite a while, and certainly not out in the sunshine driving around in a convertible. She was pretty tired, and when we got back to her room she took a couple of Coke Zeros out of her fridge, and we toasted the afternoon's victories.
Our next outing will be to Orchard for some flowers. What kind? Again, that will be entirely up to her. I like this new-found excitement to grow things. She had great success with the pansies we planted a few months ago. Maybe this time it will be petunias, or marigolds. Maybe just some green plants, but I think she's got the bug for color. Plants can be soothing and satisfying - almost like a pet. It will be interesting to see how this develops. I never - not in a million years - thought she'd want to grow flowers. People are surprising sometimes, and usually in a good way.
Family news: Mia was chosen as Student of the Month. She was beyond thrilled. AND - she is reading on a second grade level, she says - the highest in her class. I am so proud of her - mostly because she likes to read in bed, just like me. She has her 7th birthday later this month.
Hayden had her open house for her next year's pre-school. I am told she swaggered in like she owned the joint. Not surprising. That little girl is SO READY for school.
Matthew, in Colorado, had his graduation from preschool. He will be a full-fledged Kindergartner next year. He will turn five towards the end of the month, and is one happy little boy. I am told he wants a spaceship for his birthday. His mother has no idea what that means. I searched on Amazon (where absolutely everything can be found) and I'm not sure either. I will keep hunting.
My own baby, Scott, turned 30 this past Monday. That wasn't supposed to happen - I was 30 when I had him, and wasn't that just last week? He invited me to come for the weekend, but the $600+ price tag on airfare was prohibitive for just a weekend. Still, on the actual day I found myself feeling sorry for myself that I wasn't there singing happy birthday and giving him a big hug. I miss the little boy that he was, as well as the man he's become. He can make me laugh like no other - a valuable commodity.
Tomorrow is payday. Normally I don't get that excited, but I forgot to turn in my hours for the week before last, and so I didn't get paid last week. *frowny face* I'm not sure how that happened, but somehow I got distracted. I have lots of birthday and Father's Day and baby gifts to buy (June is busy month, as it turns out!) so I'll be glad to have some money again.
The diet is still going well, although I've reached a plateau of sorts, and that always makes me a little cranky. It's so much easier to do without treats when the pounds are falling off. But lately, it's just been the same up and down with no real progress. I know it will happen, but I'm not the patient sort. I'm all for instant gratification. It's been a rough few days trying to stay out of the kitchen unless I'm actually cooking. We're riding our bikes 8 or 9 miles every single night, for heaven's sake. I've heard about these plateaus though, and I think I just need to relax. But it makes me grumpy. I don't mind telling you though, that it's been fun to discover that I really do have a waistline still. I am still in there, underneath it all. I'm digging out.
A regular week. Nothing special, yet there have been moments worth remembering. Which is why I bother to do this. Taking the week's triumphs, celebrations, and sparkly memories, writing them down and storing them away to be read and savored again later. I find that it's the little things that I keep in my heart. Not so much that my baby turned 30. More that he wanted his mom to come celebrate with him. Watching my aunt discover something she liked. And most of all, realizing that I needed to shut my mouth, stifle my input, and let her enjoy her little moment of decision. I learned a life lesson this week.