AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: April 22, 2013 | COMMENTS: 5 Comments
CATEGORIES: Compassion, Focusing on The Joy, Prayers, Resilience,
Last week was quite a week for all of us.
I don’t know about you, but by the time I turned the television off Friday night I felt like waving a white flag. Of course, I was relieved that the perpetrators of the atrocity in Boston had been apprehended, but my thoughts continued to stay with the victims. Sometime over the weekend I heard Krystle Campbell’s mother call the death of her daughter, “a complete waste“. I couldn’t agree more. My heart aches for her.
What a waste.
I talked about the victims with a wonderful group of readers on Saturday in New Philadelphia, Ohio. I was there at the invitation of their local library to take part in the first installment of their author’s series. When I opened my talk, I reflected on how Inconceivable is a book about “getting through”, and although my life’s challenges pale in comparison to the difficult road that lies in front of the victims, I can’t help but think about the journey to recovery that all of them are beginning. They need our support. Both the victims in Boston and Texas have a lot of “getting through” in front of them. I will be praying that they find the strength to persevere through their darker moments, chase resilience, and some day find a way to once again experience joy in their lives.
I hope you’ll join me in that prayer.
If you are a regular reader here you know that I often take Monday mornings to reflect on the blessings that crossed my path the week before. Honestly, last week was such a roller coaster ride I wondered if it was even appropriate to write about my moments of personal joy. Experiencing joy amidst tragedy conjures feelings of guilt in me. I also don’t want to be disrespectful.
Here’s the thing…
I think it’s the little smiles that sustain us through our tougher days. Without these simple moments that remind us of how lucky we are, tragic events like those of last week might be able to darken our thoughts to a point of serious detriment. I’m guessing that is not what Krystle Campbell…or Martin Richard…or Lu Lingzi…or Sean Collier would want. From what I’ve read about them, they were all joy-filled people.
My smiles, this week, are dedicated to them.
First Smile – A Track Meet in January…I Mean April
The boys had a track meet on Saturday. When I dragged myself out of bed at 6 a.m., I looked at the weather and dusted off my winter gear which is somewhat of a sacrilege to me. You see, I have this unspoken rule that all boots, turtlenecks, and down coats must be retired as of April 1st. I’m ready for spring, dammit. Apparently mother nature didn’t get my memo.
As I stood watching the boys run their 4×1600 race, it was snowing…sideways. Please note their attire. Apparently I’ve passed on my ridiculous spring dressing expectations to them.
Second Smile – A Book Signing and Talk
Every once in awhile I’m invited to speak about our experience with Logan. This opportunity was a delight because it was an author’s talk in the quaint little town of New Philadelphia, Ohio. About three hours southeast of my home, New Philadelphia has quite an advantage over Toledo. It’s warm. Warmer than the track meet I had come from and warmer than the frozen baby bunnies in my yard. I had no idea what to expect in terms of a crowd which is why I was surprised with the standing room only turnout.
Apparently people in New Philadelphia read.
I love having the opportunity to talk about the lessons I’ve learned from our journey with Logan. By doing so I hope that I’m properly honoring the positive impact his life has had on my life and the lives of my family. I’m a stronger, more empathetic, and more grateful person because of him. When I share my story I focus on the gifts we were given as a result of what is commonly characterized as a mistake. I hope that those that read our story, or hear me speak are inspired to fight like hell through their darkest moments because they have hope for joy on the other side.
Third Smile – The Master Dipper
Reagan has discovered the art of dipping. She mastered the task of dipping during our spring break. I think one too many servings of chicken fingers and fries encouraged her to seek out other food groups even if it meant resorting to ketchup-eating. Ever since she wants ketchup on everything. I mean everything…
Now…go forth and cherish the smiles.
Have a blessed week!