I don’t spend a lot of time watching cartoons. I did as a child. In fact, I watched Disney’s Cinderella over and over until I had memorized each line and song. As an adult, my Saturday mornings aren’t spent with a bowl of Lucky Charms watching My Little Pony. However, even in adulthood, I have indulged in watching an occasional episode of Spongebob Squarepants. One particular episode resonates in my memory. It was “Opposite Day” in Bikini Bottom and everyone had to act opposite than they normally acted. I feel as though I wrote my previous blog on “Opposite Day.”
As you’ll note from my last entry, two and a half happy happenings were taking place in my life this past Saturday. Changes so drastic were on the verge of coming to fruition and my life was about to change for the absolute better. Well, as I mentioned above, apparently I didn’t get the memo that it was “Opposite Day.”
Happy happening numero uno – my brother got a job. That statement is still true. My brother got a job last Thursday and lost that job today. He worked a total of 11 hours. That now means that he has worked an equivalent of approximately 21 hours in 21 years. He is now right back at square one. No job. No prospects. No change. Now I don’t completely fault my brother for these circumstances. I’m sure there were a few things he could have done differently during his two days of employment but I also believe the restaurant takes some blame for securing free labor in order to clean their dining room to prepare for their grand opening. Regardless, it’s a saddening change of events and although I’m not overly shocked, I do feel bad for my brother. He was actually enjoying working and having some responsibility. I guess it is back to the drawing board. Only this time around, I’m not going to play the artist.
Happy half happening began with such enthusiasm and hope but quickly fizzled to a distant memory. I grew up in Baton, North Carolina. I commonly use Hickory as my point of reference to those people unfamiliar with the area. Even then they look at me with a puzzled expression until I say “it’s about an hour from Charlotte.”
Baton was the perfect place to grow up. For 18 years I lived the American Dream. I had the cookie cutter family straight out of the church directory, a nice house with a white picket fence and lived only minutes away from friends and family. I have very fond memories of those 18 years and am grateful for the efforts of my Dad and Mom to provide such an amazing upbringing. However, divorce effects people differently and for me it tainted my little hometown. I left after high school graduation and I have never once had the desire to move back. Even now when I visit, I don’t cry on the way back to Raleigh because I miss the place, I cry because I miss the people. My hometown just isn’t home anymore.
There was a possibility that my Mom was going to move to Raleigh. A possibility so big that I spent Sunday afternoon looking at local apartments and planning future Mother/Daughter activities in my mind. But as with most other elements in life, God has a funny way of showing us that life isn’t about our plans, but about His. And according to this philosophy, God has bigger plans in store for my Mom in Hickory. I now completely comprehend that God always answers our prayers but sometimes the answer is “No.” I’m not disappointed in my Mom or frustrated with God for the way things have worked out. I’m just sad because I now know that I won’t live close to my Mom or my family anytime soon. And no matter how old or mature I may pretend to be, the little girl in me will always need her Mom.
So in a wacky but yet non-surprising turn of events, my happy happenings have quickly diminished from two and a half to one. And although going through “Opposite Day” is disappointing, it’s not the end of the world. Sometimes you can’t force change. Up until this point I’ve tried everything except not trying and I think it’s time I give that a try.