Lately I've been thinking about all the clubs I belong too. Some I wish I were not a member of, but what can you do? Others I'm glad I am not. For example, today I might be the queen of the crazy-mama-who-needs-to-try-a-little-harder-to-love-those-sweet-children-she-has-been-given-and-not-be-so-quick-to-get-mad club. Definitely the queen of that club.
I am also a member of the young-moms club,
the miscarriage club,
the always-have-a messy-house club,
the wannabe-gardener club,
the epidural-all-the-way club,
the live-away-from-family club,
have-sisters club, (a very important one if my mind, afterall, who else will help you with your challenged wardrobe, tell you look pretty and call you out?)
the always-ready-for-a-party club,
the babysitters-are-priceless club,
the mormon-who-didn't-grow-up-around-very-many-mormons club
(and yes we are Christian if anyone is asking cause I'm-a-little sensitive-about-that club),
the byu-was-wonderful club, and yes I'm going to force/encourage my children to go there,
the never-been-to-europe club,
the formula-is-way-better-although-I'd-nurse-if-I-could club,
....are you getting me?
Some clubs suck.
Like the get-weekly-shots club, or like the husband-home-late club and the live-away-from-family club. But there could be worse clubs to be in. And I have friends who's husband are gone much longer, whose families live much farther and have much worse diseases than I do. So whatever, I'd take the clubs that I'm in. There are other clubs. Some I won't even tell you about until I find out you are in the same club too. There is something special being in the same club ...
But sometimes, when something happens to a friend or loved one, I wish to say the perfect thing, or wonder how that must feel, but I don't know. Cause I will never be in some clubs and just haven't gotten in others. Like the the infertility club, lost-a-child club, or the divorced or deceased parents club, or the husband-out-of-work-for-too-long club. Those clubs suck harder. But sometimes when I'm on the phone or thinking of someone I sure wish I knew what they were going through. Maybe not really want to know what they are going through because it sounds like no fun, but wish I could help. Like the adoption club. Or the life-is-hard club.
I always feel I should apologize when the mood is low on my whimsical little blog I have here, but lots of things have been weighing on my mind. And more than the idea of going to Haiti and adopting a brother for Luke.
My dad told me a quote once, I think in college, but can't remember. It was, "It can always get worse." Which at the time I thought was extremely pessimistic and not like him. After all, he was the one who always told me to stop and smell the roses. But the older I get and more I think about it, its pretty optimistic. Be grateful for what you got. Cause it can always get worse. So though I might seriously weigh a thousand pounds soon after thinking about the problems of the world and eating cookies for all of them, it could always be worse. Hows that for a ray of sunshine? Fun and whimsy to follow soon, I promise.