Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

The Diaper Bag Lady March 15, 2015

I’m just glad I wasn’t there to see it happen. Well, that, and for how the story ended. Fortunately, I was able to skip to the last chapter without reading the rest of the book. Usually that’s not how I like to do things, but in this case it was a blessing.

Mom lost something today. Something incredibly important to her. It’s probably going to sound pretty silly, but that’s not always the worst thing. Apparently she left her diaper bag in the cart at Target. She loaded the bags into the car, and got dear baby Carter all settled and somehow forgot to add the diaper bag to the list of things to put in the car before driving away. It only took about 10 minutes for her to realize it, but a lot could happen in that amount of time. Mom and Wiley

So when the people at Target recognized her (from security cameras I guess) as “the diaper bag lady” upon her return, she cried. Not just a tear or two either. We’re talking full on bawl baby crying. They had the bag. All was well.

Hearing the story reminded me to pause and be grateful. Not just for the obvious things in life, but for the good people you may only encounter once. Especially as mom navigates this thing called pregnancy for a second time, she needs all the help she can get. And as hard as I may try, it can’t all come from me.

So the people that saw mom forget the diaper bag in the cart and did the right thing: thank you. I know she has a lot on her mind.

To the stranger who offered to pick up Carter’s teether at the grocery store: thank you. I know she’s starting to have a harder time bending over these days.

To dad, who woke up early with Carter today so mom could sleep in: thank you. I know sleep eludes her lately.

To a teething terror of a toddler I know and love as Carter, who took two solid naps yesterday: thank you. That hasn’t been happening lately, and your timing was nice since it allowed mom and dad a little time together.

From what I can tell, pregnancy isn’t an easy ordeal. And mom likes to pretend she’s always got it all together. But I know she needs help sometimes, and it’s not always something I can do. So thank you to the good people out there. You know who you are.

 

Search and Rescue November 6, 2013

I’ve seen it all before. And the story ends the same every time. But today the moral of that story took me by surprise.

My mom misplaced her glasses this morning. She looked everywhere as I followed her through the house. They weren’t on the nightstand or under the bed (I helped her look). They weren’t in either of the bathrooms. They weren’t in the freezer (stranger things have happened). So she stopped looking. She went about her other business and that’s when it happened. The lost glasses were found on the dresser in the bedroom right where she left them the night before. Right where the belonged.

I see the lightAnd it struck me. She had to stop looking to find what was lost. It got me to thinking about this misconception I think people have about us canines being able to find anything we’ve left someplace. Sure, there are some breeds that are especially gifted at tracking just about anything. But there are others who leave a graveyard of buried bones in the backyard of a home when moving to another. I’m not proud to say I probably fall into the second category myself.

Especially when I think back to one night in particular at the Oshkosh Humane Society. It was the night after Rusty left me to go to doggie heaven. He took his contagious optimism with him, leaving me behind with nothing but my thoughts. So I resolved to change some things that night. I resolved to stop trying so hard to be adopted. I was probably not helping matters by trying to jump into the arms of all of my visitors anyway. So I stopped looking.

I know it sounds terrible coming from your resident doggie optimist but sometimes I think that’s what it takes to find what we’re really looking for. “Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves,” as one of my favorite transcendentalist thinkers Henry David Thoreau put it.

I’ve seen it all before and it always seems to end the same way. It’s quite the paradox really. From little things like mom’s glasses to life-changing things like when my forever people found me, sometimes what we seek is more easily found when we stop looking for it. And so the lost is found.