Taking it easy

Today would have been the day when Daddy Alsum and I would have picked up Grandma England from the airport.

Lark still talks about her often, but she understands that we aren’t going to see her again this side of eternity (well, as much as a 2 and a half year old can understand any of that). My mum was going to make the journey from November 16th to December 16th so that she could spend Thanksgiving with us.

Daddy Alsum and I had this big surprise planned because it is her birthday the weekend after thanksgiving this year. We had priced out a weekend trip to Leavenworth to stay in a cozy cabin in the snow. There’s a German-style Christmas market on the Friday that she would have loved going to with us, so we were going to surprise my mum with the trip as a birthday present. She would have wanted to see the joy and wonder in Lark and Hart’s face.

The last message from my mumma

The last message that my mum sent me was telling me to take it easy. It is so hard to take things easy when life is hard and not easy. She taught me through her life and her love that others come first. I have extended myself perhaps beyond what should be possible, but then don’t many of us as parents and friends and family often do that?

Today, I decided to actually do what my mum asked me to do. I attempted to relax in a bath. It turns out taking it easy is much harder than I thought it would be. I kept thinking of all of the ‘everything’ that I should be doing instead. It was only 30 minutes, but I should try to relax more. I need to give up a little more. I know that sounds awful, but hear me out.

When I give up then I understand that I am not impossibly strong and capable, it leaves room for God to come in and take it. That’s how we can take it easy when it’s hard. Take it to God so He can take it over when you are overwhelmed.

We are hoping we can scrape together enough to make that Leavenworth trip, but just as a day trip on Black Friday. It won’t be the same, but it will still be something special for our babies.

From mine to yours,

Mumma Alsum

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