We have an old, weathered baseball with faded writing sitting in a glass case on our mantle. We love it when people ask “What’s with the ball?” They expect it to be valuable, autographed by one of the greats, or hear a story of how that ball made it’s way to the bleachers during a big, important game. But that’s not the story of the baseball that sits on our mantle. The story is simply this: On a sunny summer day back on June 20, 1972, my husband (then 13) was playing baseball with his little league team. It was that day he hit a home run… His team cheered and he beamed as he wrote “1st Home Run June 20, 1972” in red and green marker on the special ball. It would be the first, and last, home run in his short-lived baseball career, which gave way to his true love, football, the following year. Soooo…. That’s it? Well, no. Shortly after Mike and I met we discovered that day was a special day we both shared. It was the day I was born. Indeed on that sunny summer day on June 20, 1972, when Mike thought he had scored his “1st Home Run” 32 years later he would find out that day he’d hit a double.
Life, for us, is just like that. We try to put a round peg in a round hole and it just won’t work, then a square peg slips right in when we’re not even trying. We had both given up meeting the right person when fate would have us meet, quite by chance. We lived 2000 miles apart and only saw each other a total of 15 days over the course of 9 months, but on the 16th day we were married, and we are still ridiculously in love. It shouldn’t have worked out, but it did. All the stressful times we’ve been through since then only make us stronger as we learn and grow from life’s challenges, knowing everything will work itself out… Eventually! Our kids think it’s pretty icky how we’re still like honeymooners. We consider it a bonus that making them run from the room and set about doing their chores is as simple as slow dancing to Frank Sinatra’s “Summer Wind” in the kitchen. No yelling needed.
As we were in the midst of loading the rental truck we discovered moving a piano is a lot like life. We were trying to move my heavy, old piano (which was hell, thanks for asking) and we just couldn’t budge the darn thing. The wheels were sinking into the carpet and I felt like we’d have more luck dragging an elephant out of the room. Then we stopped and both slid down the side of it in frustrated exhaustion. And what should happen? The piano starts rolling slowly toward the door from us leaning against it. Gravity, physics, yes, those played their part. There has to be action to get a reaction without a doubt. But seriously, we ended up just sitting and pushing with our backs up against it until it was out the door and in no time it was on the moving truck. That’s how life feels at the best of times for us. Dying of thirst one minute, drowning in water the next. What happens when we ignore these subtle doors that open? We get our asses knocked out the window.
Like a few short months ago when we were struggling to force things to work, miserable, broke, and hope waning…. And then we opened our eyes to what had been creeping into our hearts and minds, said some prayers, and threw ourselves head first into moving to Saskatchewan with little more than faith, hope and the belief this was where we were supposed to be. At least for now. Explaining this to our kids isn’t easy, but we know that we’re doing the right thing and we’ll just have faith a great family counsellor is waiting for us in our new town. ; )
I could give so many more examples, but the point isn’t to convince someone… You need to figure that out for yourself. Oh, and disclaimer: That doesn’t mean the tragedies in life are “meant to be” (just throwing that out there before I get any hate mail!) As my step-daughter Gracie always says “What He leads you to, He’ll lead you through”. It’s also not about sitting at home and waiting for the doorbell to ring and ” hello, it’s life handing you the things you need”. Dreams only come true when you wake up and chase them. But if you’re fighting and not getting anywhere I suggest spending some time soul searching and really opening yourself up to what the bigger plan is for you. Just my opinion. Feel free to treat it like an apple: look at it, throw it away, take a bite & spit it out, or take it all in. Your choice. My blog is simply about being totally open and honest about myself and my life and whatever random thoughts come to mind. (And they are definitely random!) Now I’m off to take a look at my new visual board. I highly recommend one if you don’t have one. That also keeps you focused on life’s priorities, dreams and goals.