Our small group was cancelled this past Tuesday night but TJ and I kept our babysitter anyway. We decided we needed the break from the kids together, and Bauer seemed to need a break from us too. You should have seen what a good mood he woke up in the next morning!
TJ and I decided to do some errands in the couple hours we had to ourselves. First TJ had a return at Menard’s, where I sat in the car and read the book I was about to return to Borders.
Borders was third, so I’m going a little out of order. I had received two copies of the Elizabeth Berg book Home Safe for my birthday, one from Dena and one from Meghan. I got Dena’s first, and Meghan had included a gift receipt with hers, so it worked out perfectly for me to go there to return it and look for something else. I was wanting to get Dr. Joel Fuhrman’s new 2-book set called Eat for Health, but unfortunately the store didn’t have it in stock. I had a 30% off coupon to use too. Oh well. It ended up that I placed my order on Borders.com and found a 10% off online coupon to use and only had to pay just over a buck. Thanks, in a roundabout way, to Meghan.
TJ and I did get to enjoy browsing through a few other books at Borders, though. TJ looked at Mark Bittman’s Food Matters, and I looked at a book on eating more mindfully and another book on fasting for health. The Food Matters tidbits that TJ read sparked some good conversation for us on our ride home and for like an hour after we got home. That was the best part of the evening, talking about things like why eating healthy shouldn’t be just about us and the health of our own bodies but for the good of the world (like if we don’t eat as much meat, more crops can be grown on that land that will go further to feed more people, which I know it’s not quite that simple, but that was one of the premises Bittman was making).
Before Borders, we went to DSW to look for some new shoes for TJ. I’ve also been thinking of getting some new shoes ever since the spring, but haven’t really been motivated to go shoe-hunting or to spend the extra money. I thought I didn’t want to wear my black Privos all summer, but now I sort of like the black look with shorts.
At the shoestore, I realized how much I like the feeling of putting my old shoes back on after trying on new ones. Even if I like the look and feel of the new ones, they are not my old ones that feel so familiar and friendly to my feet. I could feel fancy and prancy, or fuddy and duddy, in whatever new pair I happened to pick, but the second I put my old black worn-out Privos back on, I am myself again. I just slip ‘em back on and off we go. Not a second thought, unlike when you’re wearing new shoes and you keep wondering how they look and you’re checking out to yourself how they feel, like Did I buy the right size? I hope I bought the right size. Is the lace on the right foot too tight? Am I getting a blister? I better not be getting a blister, these shoes cost me an arm and a leg and I sure don’t think I was paying for a blister too.
Well, taking the shoe thing a bit further, what occurred to me next is that I want my relationship with Bauer to be like my old shoes. I want it to fit the way old shoes do, like where I’m not always having to think so hard about being a nice, kind, patient mommy, but where niceness, kindness, and patience come naturally based on the relationship I have with Bauer, which is pretty much not in the same ballpark as me trying to control Bauer all the time. I find it hard on a regular basis to be the emotion coach for Bauer that he needs me to be, but I also find that I’m noticing the error of my ways a lot more quickly and I’m wanting to change a lot more badly than I used to. God keeps giving me lots of second chances, which helps too.
The new shoes in my life can be something else, like, I don’t know, cleaning the bathroom more than once a month, or making our bed everyday. If I did either of those, it would feel a bit strange and unfamiliar like new shoes might feel. But then I’d get used to those and I’m sure I’d find another pair of new shoes as I seem to be always working on some kind of self-improvement or another. (I’m not really planning to clean the bathroom or make our bed any more regularly at the moment, though.)
Or at the least, the new shoes can be those occasional moments when I lose my temper or blow a fuse or whatever anger-management term you want to give what is probably better defined as trying to do too many things at once instead of letting the little person who is my son have a well-deserved right to my time. Those moments of meanness could be the new shoes that just don’t feel right. And the old shoes that I quick go back to and feel most like myself in and can go for miles and miles in without a second thought or a blister will be the gift God gives me of relating to my son well and for keeps.
P.S. TJ got shoes. I didn’t.