Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Tuesday's Child

True story: I was born on a Tuesday. (Side note: so was Tigger. Twenty three years and four months later)

Another true story: I have disliked Tuesdays most of my life. The simple reason is that, when I was young, Tuesdays were Piano Lesson Days. Consequently, I dreaded Tuesdays. Sometimes I didn't sleep very well on Monday nights because I knew it would be Tuesday when I woke up.

Two months ago, on yet another Tuesday, I was alone because Prince Charming was away teaching and the girls were already in bed. I watched old movies, trying to completely avoid the computer and all television. Except that it didn't work: when I put on my second movie I heard what the commentators were saying on the television. And I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I wanted to pack up my three girls and move far, far away, right then and there. Except I couldn't. Where on earth could we go?

Well, despite all that, I've learned a lot in the past couple months. For instance, I've finally realized that not being a true citizen of this world is a good thing. That feeling that I know who I am but not where I am? Yep, that's actually a gift from God.

Tuesday's Child is full of grace. (You do remember your Mother Goose, right?) That sounds about right to me. He gives more and more and still more grace. And I need it all.

Except in general, and today in particular, I still don't like Tuesdays. Maybe I will four years from now, maybe not. Doesn't really matter, does it? I intend to be full of grace, no matter what. (I'd say "come what may" but that brings a song to mind and I don't really feel like singing just yet. Full of grace doesn't mean you're always deliriously happy.)

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