The Ring
Sometimes the universe speaks to us in BIG ways. Sometimes it’s just a nudge. Today I got a hug from the universe. Or at least that's how I'm interpreting it.
Yesterday I had a bad night with my son. His meltdowns are nothing new and are stuff of legends. (Remember the time my neighbor called the cops bc of his screaming? THAT was fun.) I woke up this morning feeling down—dealing with a screaming kid for an hour+ tends to exhaust you and can wear on your psyche just a TAD.
I was not ready for the day. Not ready to put on my mom clothes and be a mom and do mom stuff. I kind of wanted to hibernate and read and not acknowledge the world. But, since I AM a mom and had responsibilities and little people that kind of depend on me, I got up.
Something you may (or may not) know about me: I love jewelry. But when I get up in the morning, the last thing I’m typically doing is picking out what fancy jewelry I want to wear. I pretty much only worry about finding a “clean” pair of yoga pants I can put on and how quickly I can get my first sip of coffee.
But, for some reason, this morning I got up, put on jeans (what???) and opened a drawer in my jewelry armoire (yeah, armoire, because I’m FANCY) that I haven’t opened in months. And this ring was the first thing I saw.
It was my dad’s ring. A few years ago my mom was going through some stuff she had of his and I asked if I could have it. I really don’t have a lot of things from him—a couple of books, some pictures. But this ring was different. I loved the idea of having something of my dad’s that I could wear.
I put on the ring and felt like I was getting a hug. Not from my dad, necessarily, but from the universe and so many people who I feel like are out there, looking out for me.
Today the universe gave me a little nudge. And that nudge got me up and ready to put on my mom hat for the day. But not really a hat because I'm actually having a good hair day for once and I'm not covering it up. So I'd also like to thank the universe for that.
xo Sara