I love those “nothing” times. Recently my sister and I were just wandering around, doing nothing. We ended up peeking into the windows of an empty house that was for sale. It was at dusk and the lighting was questionable enough that we were half convinced that we would find someone peering out the window at us!
We unknowingly picked the busiest time of the weekend to explore a popular local venue. We proceeded to crash no less than three different weddings, hitting one of them twice in our failed attempts to get out of the area. I’m still convinced we appear in photos of all the weddings- these two middle-aged women (wait-what? maybe I should just say women of undetermined age) wearing masks (face masks for safety- not Halloween or superhero masks) in casual dress meandering in the background of every photo.
When the sun had fully set, we found out just how dark night can be on a street with no lights. Being avid readers of thrillers, we joked about how we were prime pickings for a serial killer on our way back home.
This was a different nothing than my post previously about nothing when I am busy all the time with nothing to show for it. Both nothings are so important. Everything can’t be about something. Sometimes it just has to be what it is.
Even nothing is something. Unfortunately Pooh, and sometimes we ourselves, are quick to attribute the smallest things to doing nothing. I’ve had plenty of days where I might not have booked hours of “did something” moments but looking back I can see that what I accomplished was even more important.
Sitting under a comforter with my grandson listening to stories and watching the projection of stars in the dark might not seem like much. And I’ll admit there were times when I wasn’t sure how I was going to stand up when the story ended because my left foot felt like a lead block. But huddled under that blanket sharing that time with Beej banked time where I was hopefully giving him a sense of security and stability that he would remember when things get rough.
From the outside, my last seven years might seem like a lot of doing nothing. I passed up working outside my home to help out with my grandsons and when Covid changed everything, it was a good thing I was home because there was no one else to handle remote learning while my son was at work. This wasn’t what I thought I would be doing at this stage of my life- a second round of raising kids- but in the beginning, I did it to help my son. And let’s be honest, the first time I looked into baby Beej’s eyes, I was hooked. I knew I would do whatever was needed for this little guy who is leaving little kid status at seven. Little did I know how much both he and his daddy would need me.
I’m finding ways to sneak some “somethings” into my nothing days. And on those days I appear to do nothing, it might look that way but I know the truth.
I was able to apply my parenting experience to my present-day activities.
My buddy and I have a stronger than the usual grandma/grandson bond.
I’m being tested in ways I never imagined and learning things about myself I didn’t know existed.
Nothing is possible. And it’s a good thing. A much needed thing from time to time.