I’ve been thinking about “up” a lot lately, because there seems to be never enough of it at our house. As the mom of a toddler, who’s getting ever taller and better at s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g to get things, I can’t get enough things up fast enough. I’m constantly needing to quickly pick up the remote, the phone, the laptop, books, nail clippers, hairclips, dvd’s…it goes on and on. I’m running out of locked cabinet and drawer space and other shelf space. Often the only place to put something is on the back of the sofa, and it falls on your head later. I jokingly told my husband the other day that we need to just line the upper walls of the whole house with cabinets and just put EVERYTHING. UP.
And then there’s the Woobie, who at the most inopportune times also wants up. When I’m cooking dinner and have raw chicken or a big knife or a hot pan…”UP, UP, UP!!” When I’m trying to curl my hair or vacuum the carpets…”UP!!” When he’s in the tub with shampoo in his hair and soaking wet…”ALL DONE, UP!!” (and picture him climbing me to get out of the tub like that!).
There’s not enough “up” in our house most days. Not physically, anyway.
But then, there are days when I just drag home from work with no energy…and the little dude, with something so cute or funny, just lifts me right up with it. When family members are sick or annoying or troubled and bring us down with those things, there he is again, needing us, pushing us, and lifting us up. Early in the morning, he’s the first one up and the first one we want to see. He’s a blessing in our lives, that little Woobie. He raises our lives up higher than they would ever be without his presence.