In the past year of reading the Livesay's chronicles of Haitian living, I've noticed a pattern. To survive and even thrive as they have, it seems you have to reduce your scope a bit and celebrate the little things. For example, a 99 degree day versus 102; party time! Finding one can of diet cola; worthy of rejoicing. (Tara, you can correct me if I'm wrong -as though you were waiting for permission ;-)) And now I'm thinking that maybe God's timing for Isabella is a partial training ground. He is using her to get me into the mindset of rejoicing in the tiniest victories.
Sleep in any small but consecutive number of hours is huge! Four straight hours and I am a new woman, ready to conquer the world.
Poop. After two days of constipation (Isabella,that is) the mere sight of poop in the diaper is cause to hoot and holler. I find myself breaking into spontaneous songs of praise -"Praise the Lord. Bella got the poopies out..."
Floor space, a rare sighting these days, does my heart good. It means something was there and has been moved...progress measured in square inches. Never mind that the new location may only be two feet to the left of the old location. Little things, remember?
All together these moments of celebration maintain the small thread of sanity that I am clinging to. Speaking of sanity, Chris Millender (the Lord bless you and keep you) just left with my three oldest in tow. Isabella and I have the house to ourselves and endless boxes to fill. Of course, I end up doing most of the work -she's a bit on the lazy side. ;-)