Zeb's 4th grade teacher is a master at motivating her students. She relates to them in such an honest, pure, and humorous way. She has a gift for teaching squirmy (and sometimes smelly) 4th graders. Watching her in action is like being in the presence of greatness. Truly.
In April, they took the state-mandated achievement tests. For two weeks students labored over the MAP standardized test and it was quite overwhelming. Mrs. P. told her kids to look at the test in terms of eating an elephant.
You don't sit down at your table and gooble up an entire elephant in one sitting. You have to plan it. You have to take it slowly. You have to take the elephant in small sections or you will get completely overwhelmed.
She would say this to them and they would giggle. Eating an elephant is quite the word picture. But it was something that stuck with these 10-year-olds. They learned to slow down and take the test one chunk at a time.
One day at a time.
Until it was over.
That is how I feel now after ALL THE STUFF that has happened in my family these past few weeks. The recovery period for my brother, my father-in-law, and my mom seems like a pretty big elephant sitting there on my kitchen table. There is a lot of work to do before they are all healthy. When I look at the BIG PICTURE I get scared and overwhelmed. Like if I was told to eat a whole elephant in one sitting. When/IF I remember Mrs. P's advice and start breaking it down, it seems much more manageable.
One day at a time.
For the most part, everyone is doing really well. My brother is regaining strength and mobility everyday. He is learning how to eat better and eliminate stress factors. His blood pressure is now down in the healthy range that it should have been all these years. The progress he is making is nothing short of a miracle. God has given him a second chance at life. I am so proud of him. He will beat this!
My father-in-law, Ralph 2, is also gaining strength. He stubbornly tried to work yesterday and the heat literally wiped him out. He needs to take some time for rest and recuperation. I think he (mistakenly) feels like he is invincible. I do hope that he can be healthy for many many more years. I would love to see him permanantly retire and go on his dream vacation to Australia.
My mom is one-handed and will be for the next 6-8 weeks. But the good news (for now) is that the doctor feels like she doesn't need surgery to heal. She will go back in a week for more x-rays, but (for now) the doctor is satisfied with her progress. I know she is frustrated. It is really hard on her to be "handicapped" in any way. She is a worker and has a huge responsibility taking care of my brother. But she is determined to make the best of it.
It's so easy for me to look at the BIG PICTURE (or the giant elephant) and get completely overwhelmed. Nothing good comes from me freaking out. I promise you that.
So I remember to breathe.
In and out.
Make a plan.
Bite off small chunks.
And pretty soon the elephant will be gone.
One day at a time.
**If you clicked here looking for an elephant recipe, I am sorry. No elephants are actually being eaten. Not by me and not by any 4th graders that I know. I heart metaphors.
