I was feeling quite bogged down by numbers last week. Met with 3 moving companies to get estimates. They measured, counted dressers and estimated how many pounds of stuff we had to move, how much it would cost. Numbers. Eric and I had to figure out what we would have to sell or lease the house for so that we *break even.* New bills in California: deposit on the house we're leasing there, need a fridge and washer/dryer there. Numbers. How much it will cost to fix our roof vs. what our (pain in the ass) insurance company will cover. More numbers. Then Friday night I was flipping channels and landed on a 9/11 10th anniversary special on NBC. I couldn't move. Tanner came in and asked me why I was crying. I just grabbed him and pulled him onto my lap. I remembered how right after that awful day I told Eric I wanted to have another baby. I remembered his due date and birth weight...numbers.
We watched the whole thing together. He asked a lot of questions. How many people died, Mom? How many planes were hi-jacked? Numbers. I crawled in his pillow filled bed with him when I tucked him in that night. He has 9 pillows on his bed b/c they "make him feel safe." I hugged him and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead; and he let me. Then I turned on his 3 nightlights and said goodnight.
What a lesson on perspective I had learned that night. I am so thankful to have had that 1 moment with him. So, today, as I expect the roofers to get here by 9:00 and rush Aidan to the bus stop b/c he forgot to set his alarm, I am SO grateful for the numbers in my life. Especially the 2 that live under my care and the one that is in California much of the time, the 2 around the corner who are always there for me, countless friends.