Written by Michelle
I got a phone call from my husband this afternoon. Our typical “Hunny, I’m coming home and stopping at the grocery store” conversation. I love him for doing that. It usually happens once a week. Like a little kid getting ready to rattle off my Christmas list I start my “I only need a few items but I really mean twenty things” list. From milk to bananas, I usually breathe a sigh of relief at the end of the conversation.
Grocery shopping, check! Another thing off my to-do list and I am one happy girl.
Yet, today… in the midst of a perfect summer day, a half-empty fridge and a hungry Momma, I just wanted two things. Two things and I was done. He was going to have to do some digging to find them, but defeated and deflated I bluntly announced, “patience and privacy.”
Silence on the other line.
But my brave soulmate said “ok” and set out to find them.
What? They don’t sell that at your local grocery store?
Yeah, I guess my local supermarket is not the only one with those items on backorder.
Somewhere between being a friend, a wife and a mother, I think I’ve lost it. Not only my marbles, but my ability to be patient, and I have a growing need for privacy (even just a pinch).
When I worked full time and taught high school students I thought I was invincible. I could take angry kids, whinny kids, even teenagers with an attitude. I took it like a champ and loved the challenge. I believed I was reasonably patient and understanding. So what exactly happened over last ten years?
My quite knowledgeable husband came home and happily proclaimed he had found them both: patience and privacy, that is. As I sat perplexed at his impossible discovery, he placed a bag of chocolate Rolos to my left and chocolate-covered blueberries to my right.
He planted a kiss on top of my head and said, “here is your patience and your privacy.” As he closed the door to our home office, he smiled. Then, so did I.
So simple. So true. He knew me. And, that’s when it hit me.
During my teaching years, I did purchased patience. Back then after a particularly challenging day with students, it came in the form of Swedish Fish (in bulk). I went through many…many boxes. How quickly I forget.
Privacy came at a smaller price: a heartfelt conversation with my best friend over a warm cup of hot chocolate inside our copy room. In our own little room and world it was all I needed to make me feel like myself again.
I love being a friend.
I always longed to be a mother.
I’m blessed to be my best friend’s wife.
In order to be all those (and be them well) at this point in my life, I just need some alone time with my bag of mini Rolos and a closed door inside my home office. For that, I’m grateful.
I can take the day better, breathe easier, smile with ease knowing that I have support. I can’t be scared to reach for it. I shouldn’t be ashamed to ask for it. Sometimes it comes in the form of a loved one, other times it comes neatly packaged with high caloric value.
Patience is a virtue. Privacy is packaged differently for everyone.
My local grocery store called today. They got my other backorder of patience and privacy today. Nutella is back in stock and so is my Malbec!
Where do you get your patience and privacy?