I was strolling through the garden shop the other day when a kindly Grandma stopped to chat with me.
Ok. It didn’t exactly go like that.
I was chasing my wild, unruly three year old twins down the garden aisle as they ripped flowers and leaves from any plant within their reach, sweat dripping down my face, back and inner thighs when a woman looking to be in her mid sixties stopped to engage me in a full on discussion about my life, my children and my marriage.
Were the twins my only children?
Four girls! What are their ages? What are their names? Why her Great Aunt had that name before she passed away and oh what a battle that was. What does my husband do? We must have married young. On…and on…and on.
The twins ran circles around us and the sweat continued to trickle down my skin. Finally I had answered all of her questions and she ended the conversation with, “Well the Good Lord has blessed you beyond measure. Make sure you count your blessings dear.”
I smiled, said goodbye and took off for the veggies and herbs. At least there the twins could eat the foliage and be certain not to die. As we piled in the Basil, Thyme and Rosemary I couldn’t help but feel miffed. What was my problem? I stop and chat with random people all day long. Having twins is like wearing a giant, blinking sign that says, “Please stop me and ask me about me uterus.”
Was it the sweat?
The mental tally of how much money I was in the process of spending on plants that will die in a few months?
It was that last line that bothered me.
Make sure you count your blessings dear.
Here is the thing. I am not an overly religious person. In fact I am not a religious person at all. Faithful…yes. Religious…no. We no longer follow an organized religion and have made sense of faith and life in a way that we are comfortable with. That is my particular choice and path and if yours is different I am good with that. In fact, I am great with that. Life can be hard as all get out. It throws you curves, kicks you in the bazooka, makes you claw and scratch your way out of the darkest of shadows. It is not always a pretty picture and many people depend on their religion to help them through their struggles. Religion gives them peace, comfort and solace. It can be a really beautiful thing, it’s just not my thing.