A hard day ends well
I had a hard day on Tuesday. (I want to say “today,” but as it is after midnight, it was, technically, yesterday.)
In short, it was regarding mothering issues. Self-doubt, near-desparation, frustration.
I almost posted a great big long blog post detailing all my angst, but decided against it.
Instead, I e-mailed my friend Shellie, then my pastor’s wife, Nancy. Normally, I wouldn’t trouble Nancy over fairly mundane issues like that, but we are daily prayer partners in preparation for a retreat we’re both attending in January, so we’ve been more involved in each other’s day-to-day life than usual.
At the last minute, I decided to cc my husband on Nancy’s e-mail. I was hesitant to, because Martin is the kind who likes to fix everything, as husbands are often wont to do, and his suggestions end up sounding to me like a list of all the multitude of things I could have/should have done differently, to which I normally wail, “You’re making it worse!”
Oddly, though, Martin and I communicate really well in written word. I think that’s because, in person, we’re too often defensive, reactionary, and distracted by too many things that aren’t at the core of the issue at hand, whatever that issue might be. Writing out our thoughts gives us time to reflect on what each other is saying, and carefully consider a reply.
Anyways. I haven’t yet heard back from Nancy, but I received an absolutely lovely note of encouragement and support from my husband. It made me cry some big tears.
I still have some residual sadness from the day, but not the overwhelming variety that I was experiencing earlier today… I have much more peace; I was able to enjoy the rest of the evening.
(I can’t think of a good way to end this post. So, I’ll just sign off.)