“Don’t follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you.”
(the Mayor on a mayorial visit, enjoying a BLT with homegrown tomatoes/ Julie Cook/ 2020)
Both the Mayor and the Sheriff started a new daycare this past week.
Due to the Pandemic and life shuttering back in early March,
they’ve basically been footloose and fancy-free for a near 5 months.
With their mom’s school preparing to reopen, while she’s having to gear up for what will
be both an open school coupled with optional virtual learning—in other words, teaching
to those seated in desks alongside those opting to stay home—a new daycare was in order
and the only option was to begin now.
As a retired educator, whose child
served bided his time in daycare,
I can vividly remember those trying days–
a time that our pediatrician dubbed ‘the necessary evil’.
But since both their mom and dad must each work, and we live over an hour away,
daycare becomes a difficult, yet necessary, thing to utilize.
I can remember crying each and every morning, after having dropped off our son
at his daycare, as I drove on to work.
Guilt is always the working mom’s middle name.
The Mayor and Sheriff’s mom has also experienced this same sense heaviness,
each morning this past week.
So “mom” (aka moi, the grandmother) drove over Friday for a bit of a needed diversion.
The Sheriff was nonplused…
(the week’s new schedule has been exhausting)
And the Mayor insisted she immediately leave the Atlanta Woobooville office in order to return
ASAP to “Da” (aka my husband the grandfather) who was busy at the satellite Woobooville office.
There were no if’s, and’s or but’s…she grabbed her “pursh (aka purse),
put on her rain boots (no rain in sight), blew kisses to her parents, hugged the dog,
waved good-bye to “Je” (the Sheriff), took hold of my hand while announcing for one an all…
And so we left to come to see Da—a weekend visit of sorts.
But with visits and kids aside,
I am painfully reminded that we are living in some mighty precarious days.
They are challenging for all of us.
We don’t know what’s the right thing to do.
Daycares are opening as workplaces begin to re-open…
as schools prepare to re-open…
as cases continue to increase.
And yet we trudge through it all…
we do so because that is what we do….it is who we are.
We roll up our sleeves and head forward.
Standing still or going backward are simply not options.
And so we live each day, one day at a time.
We enjoy the precious moments a bit more strongly,
while feeling the day’s heaviness a bit more keenly.
As we prepare for the coming weeks ahead of life…of school…of work…of sports…
We say, “let’s do this”—
but let’s do this with God’s grace.
Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace,
that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Well I hope that everything goes smoothly for not only those teaching but those attending the schools when they open up. Hopefully the mayor and sheriff will meet friends the first day and love heading to day care each day. 😊
The mayor and sheriff are adorable! I’d like to hear about their titles though…lol
Yes, unfortunately life must go on, and we must march along with it.
Hi Ed- I’ll forward you the original post— it came about when autumn was a baby and she and Abby had to stay with us for 9 weeks when Abby had to go back to finish out the school year while our son was working in Atlanta— I wrote a post about her playpen being woobooville and she was the mayor— her reputation has only grown in statue in a 2.5 time period 🤣😂
let’s do this…going forward As part of my character, I have decision making sometimes separate from others. Meeting new people and at the same time missing my own creates plans I need.
On Saturday, July 11, 2020, cookiecrumbstoliveby wrote:
> Julie (aka Cookie) posted: “”Don’t follow the crowd, let the crowd follow > you.” Margaret Thatcher (the Mayor on a mayorial visit, enjoying a BLT with > homegrown tomatoes/ Julie Cook/ 2020) Both the Mayor and the Sheriff > started a new daycare this past week. Due to the Pa” >
Always just one day at a time.
The children are so beautiful and I’m sure they are a real joy! At least most of the time. Prayers that all remain safe! God bless.
they are what keep me happy these days, but I also fret deeply over what type of world they are growing up in….
Good stuff Julie. One day at a time and with God’s grace indeed. Great photos too! 🙂
did you see The Mayors shirt Tricia?? Rosie the Riviter wearing a mask and lifting a can of lysol— 🙂
You know I didn’t even pay attention to the shirt, that’s hilarious!
I found it and ordered her one as Abby loves Rosie—it’s that history teacher in her—but Brenton told me not to allow Autumn to be seen in public with it as people my precieve it in the wrong way. I simply laughed and called him paranoid—I told him, if anything it’s all about that ‘hashtag me too’ crap (I won’t credit it with the properly written out label)
But he is so paranoid these days—I think living in Atlanta during all this civil unrest has him so unnerved.
That’s too bad about Brenton being paranoid but I guess I can understand it living in Atlanta. Still, I would think Rosie would be ok!
Funny! But so-called feminists will hate it. Don’t go near a Black Lives Matters rally with that one. That will get you in more trouble than an “All Lives Matters” or “We Back Blue” t-shirt.😱
I am oh so over folks “attacking” one another and I might add litterally over such things as a da*m shirt!!!!
Two things—coming back from Atlanta this afternoon I saw a tractor trailer truck that was quite dirty on the back…someone had written in the dirt on the back of the trail F%*K TRUMP but….someone else had tried wipeing through the F word and all that was truly clear was Trump—HA!!!!
The other thing…the fact that we have deemed everything related to Trump— be it hats, shirts, stickers, etc something or anything that relates to the sitting president of the United States… that such could get someone fired—is about the craziest thing —you could put on a I love Satan shirt, a Lenin shirt, a Stalin shirt, a pro Holacaust shirt and no one would bat an eye—but anything with or related to Trump is simply death words —-Good Lord!!!!!!
There is a bright side. It is difficult to do opinion polls on the election when one side behaves likes dogs and swine (Matthew 7:6) and scares those who disagree with them.
I think our rabid friends are going to be in for a rude awakening
All we can do is be courageous and pray. Whatever will be is of our Lord.
Echoing the Mayor’s spunk & fashion sense as I weed in a wet-garden today, giggles. Let’s do this, indeed!
she is her grandmother’s granddaughter 😉