I say things like, Only two grams of fat? No good; put it back. Oh, this one has ten grams of fat; put six in the cart. Great for the kids' weight but folks in the grocery store think I'm weird. I kind of enjoy that.
|Not enough fat and calories, of course, and you can't put gravy on fruit snacks.|
Every time I read a story about someone with physical problems, I make an announcement. Sometimes I preach. The lady who contracted the flesh-eating bacteria? We marvel at her fortitude. The Florida bar with Tuesday night dances for differently-abled? Watched the video twice. This I do as an exposition of the amazing mysteries of life. I think it's brilliant; my children think it's weird.
When I meet another lady with children with health problems, I want to be BFFs. Weirds some people out probably, and I do try not to gush, but anyway How old are your kids and how are they doing and who's your doctor and we should definitely get together next week OK?
|I 'm not actually this calm.|
I am very calm hearing about or even watching medical procedures. When friends relay to me surgery stories, there is no wincing or OMGs. When I've had to take kids to the emergency room, I'm cool and helpful (This has caused trouble for me, though, and a Big Accusation which is a story for another post and because of which I will need to fake faint or something should there be another ER visit.). Most folks understand. Some think it's weird.
The sacraments, songs, and prayers of the Church are so strongly meaningful to me, I sometimes feel that I must be the only one. I am aware that theologically, the Good News is for all, but when you're clapping a coughing child in the middle of the night while swallowing the desire to run away screaming, words like. . .
Do you reject Satan and all his empty promises?
Shepherd me, O God, beyond my fears, from death into life,
Have mercy on us and on the whole world.
. . .console my sad soul and soften my less-than-holy thoughts. Pure love. Weird.
You can cease praying for my personality.