4.28.2012

A Needful Cry

Between the baby who refuses to sleep in her crib and the traveling and the just-repaired utility sink, we are decidedly not on top of things in our household. Our yard is half mowed and practically every article of clothing we own is dirty.

This morning I was thinking that I need to reread Organized Simplicity, which is my go-to book for literal and figurative spring cleaning. And then, when I was putting the hair dryer away, I banged my elbow so hard my arm went ballistic with pain, all the way down to the tips of my fingers. I burst into tears and proceeded to just weep. Ben came to see what was the matter and quickly discerned what I already knew, that the injured funny bone was giving me license to get a good cry out. Juliette came up a minute later and asked me if I needed a Band-Aid.

"No," I said. "But I do need to you kiss my elbow." She did.

"Do you need anything else, Mama?"

I tried to explain that sometimes you just need to cry.

Which isn't to say that you don't also need to reread the organizing tips and catch up on the dishes and buy the birthday present and respond to the emails and finish preparing for the worship service and pray for your grandmother and plan dinner for the company coming in and continue processing what it means to have put your life in a book.

But sometimes you can't do any of that other stuff until after you cry.

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