|Over the weekend, on two occasions, all my internal voices said the same thing, which is rare because they’re usually a little schizophrenic. They told me all my readers should send five dollars to me if they want good luck. They also told me that I have really great people in my life.|
Friday night after coming home a little late, we noticed a package had been delivered. I knew straight away this was going to be a great package because it had Appaman monkey headed tape on it. Appaman makes the tracksuits that Roan loves, the ones that he will not take off even if they are dirty. In short, Roan believes Appaman makes the Cadillac of tracksuits. Actually, No. He wouldn’t even really like a Cadillac because it is an automobile, which obviously means he would throw up in it. But I digress, and am now moving on. We opened the package, and it was bigger excitement than Christmas. Not one but two new tracksuits – a Red one and a Black one – in his size. (Roan has grown about 3 inches in 2 months. No lie.) Inside was a note that read:
The Track Suit Fairy has been watching you and thought she’d get you some bigger sizes. Happy Spring kiddo.
Track Suit Fairy”
About half and hour was spent with Roan bouncing back and forth between the new threads, combining first the Red top with the Black pants then vice versa then the complete Red then the complete Black. He couldn’t believe that these things would just appear and be gifted, with no asking, no negotiating, and no waiting. It was an ambush gift that totally spun him out.
|I love seeing my son happy and I love seeing him looking more stylish than even your average Lower East Side Kindergartner (I’m mostly confident this is where the most stylish Kindergartner’s reside). But more than that, I just thought it was incredibly kind for my friend Lynn who owns Appaman with her husband Harald to send these to my boy, making him feel more than stylish – he felt special. That is a good way to feel on a Friday night.|
Then Saturday morning I received an email from a friend. This friend helped me in the past, when I needed to find some light in a dark time for my family. I reached out to her recently for a favor on behalf of one of my readers (who is in turn trying to help someone in her life), and my friend wrote to me on Saturday to say she had found success. I felt very much the same way my boy did the night before: so happy and surprised at my luck – not in receiving a gift, but in the excellence of people that have somehow landed in my life.
I think it’s easy to focus on the negative hum of anxiety that seems to be vibrating through our lives. But when you keep getting hit over the head with the awesomeness of the people in your life, it’s time to just stop complaining and proclaim that life is good. Not only is it good, it’s probably better than I deserve.
It’s as simple as that, and I had to say it. There, I said it.