An Ordinary Day in an Ordinary Life

I wish I had something new to say.  I don't.  I love my life, my friends, my family, my hubby, my son.  It was a rather ordinary day.  We walked.  We did therapy.  We, well he, napped.  We played.  We danced.  We ate.  I've had a good week.  I've enjoyed my son immensely.  We went to an amusement park.  He invented new games.  He played his drums.  We read.  But nothing exciting has happened.

And I am perfectly okay with that.  I don't need a life full of drama.  My every waking moment doesn't have to be filled and busy.  I like going out.  I like being with people.  I like adventures, travel, and trying new things.  But I'm also perfectly content with ordinary days.  Nothing in life is ever predictable.  That in and of itself keeps me on my toes.  I don't know if my kid, husband, or even myself will be a holy terror or sheer delight.  (Usually, we're all pretty delightful.  But you never know...)

I'm a firm believer that we are products of our experiences.  And I think my experience of caregiver for a terminally ill husband and my subsequent widowhood have made me grateful for ordinary.  I don't crave the ups and downs of a tumultuous relationship.  I don't want to deal with the lows in order to also have the highs.  I have an ordinary life with extraordinary people.  I like the simplicity of curling up as a family to watch an old Disney classic, like "Lady and the Tramp."  I enjoy taking walks and playing barefoot in the backyard with my two guys.

Every time I hear other people talk about all the junk in their lives, I'm once again glad for the kind, stable, steady relationships in my own life.  I have a good relationship with my sibling and siblings-in-law.  I have a good relationship with my parents and mother-in-law.  I have a good relationship with my friends and extended family.  I have good relationships in my own little home.  And I am not remotely bored with anything in my ordinary life.