I have nothing to write. My brain is on four hours of sleep. I have slept approximately 60 hours in 3 weeks. I look at the word ‘ordinary’ and so many things come to mind. Something about Graham seeing all the ordinary things Elizabeth does throughout the day and seeing them as extraordinary. She opens her eyes and he runs to her side. She yawns and he gives her a speech about how she needs to keep sleeping so she can grow big and roll with him on the floor. I hold back tears as he says ‘roll’ like it is the biggest accomplishment a baby can attain. Graham doesn’t think in terms of crawling and walking and running. He has a measuring stick called Adelaide and he loves that she rolls to him. And away from him. My mind is also full of something else about Adelaide rarely doing ordinary things but still seeming extraordinary in all she accomplishes. She is like a tiny flame in our house. She ebbs and flows and we watch with bated breath. Just like we watch Elizabeth. Graham watches them both and doesn’t know what is ‘normal and ordinary’ and what is ‘extraordinary and amazing’…and that is fine with me. They are one in the same. Mundane = Marvelous. He knows he has two baby sisters who do new things everyday. Did you know Adelaide said ‘Bye’ today? For the first time. We have been waiting months for her to say it and it just came out. And it wasn’t an ordinary thing. It was miraculous. It has been almost 6 months since they told us she may never talk. That she may need to sign everything. And use assistive technology. So the out-of-the-ordinary made our day. Elizabeth started smiling yesterday. That is ordinary. Most babies will do that. But Graham is enamored and he squeals when she smiles. Our house is full of milestones and inchstones and all are celebrated. Because ceasing to celebrate in both the large and miniscule or the extraordinary and the just-plain-ordinary would send me stark raving mad. This Mama needs both the gigantic accomplishments and the teensy weensy moments of being able to see some progress. Just anything. But, honestly, the first thing I thought of when I read this week’s prompt was this Keane song. For real.
‘You think your days are ordinary
And no one ever thinks about you
But we’re all the same
And she can hardly breathe without you’
I am not the deep writer people think I am, but a person who thinks of a pop song and looks it up on Youtube while she writes some ramblings about her three amazing children. The three blessings who turn any ordinary second in this universe into the most extraordinary solar flare.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Be generous and leave an encouraging comment for the person who linked up before you. That’s the best part about this community.