Going for it

"Cecilia, do you want a meatball sub or oven-roasted chicken sandwich?"  My mom swung the Subway bags playfully before my three year-old's vision.  She was watching my girls during doctor appointment #27.

"Nana... my mommy feeds me healfhy things.  I do not eat oven-woasted chicken." 

Amused, my mother asked what nutritious delicacy my discerning preschooler was accustomed to?

"Ceweal."

So yeah, as it turns out, I'm still not perfect/myself and, thus, I suppose, could still use some help.  Lucky for my brood's nutritional near-future, the meal train chugs on...  And came today in the form of meatloaf and scalloped potatoes. I had just Windexed the finger prints off the front door when it arrived.  My good impression attempt was short-lived however... In the span of 30 seconds--during the time where I profusely thank the person while I receive re-heating instructions I will likely not remember--my kids had smashed a small bird egg with their fingers while trying to show it to me, the preschooler had thrown a tantrum because her panties were literally in a twist, and the toddler had torn into the meatloaf with her bare hands...

So, I'm trying to say "yes" when is offered. But I feel guilty...  I was very much raised with the New England mentality of pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps... is that how they say it?  Anyway, I mean that self-sufficiency was considered among the highest of virtues during the years of my ever further-off youth.  So doing stuff like accepting meals from a "meal train" was verboten.  I'm pretty sure my parents never sat down and told me that in words, it's just a sense from being raised as I was.  It's in the water.  It's in my blood.

But these days, I'm trying to do what makes sense... I mean, especially since you all are much better cooks than me. :)  So saying "yes" makes all kinds of sense.  Since my loss, I've had fits of productivity in cleaning and cooking followed by me staring into space, forgetful and absent-minded.  Especially these days as I go through medical testing and varied results-- Was it a medical issue with me?  A chromosomal issue with her?  The most recent finding was, "Yeah, looking more closely at the micro-array result, we found that her gains on chromosome 6 were neither benign nor disease-causing.  Rather, the result shows an 'unknown significance.'"  

Oh thanks!  Oh goody.  

So!  While I wait for results and live life, per the advice of a dear friend, I have joined a Blogathon... yeah like yourselves, I barely know what this means yet, other than I got to cut and paste a cool "badge" on my blog. I registered under the "Spiritual" category because humorous grieving Catholic mom who likes the Bible just wasn't an option. :)

I am hoping being part of this Blogathon will mean the following:

• That I get better at this whole bloggishness--particularly the techy side--and possibly learn to make posts that are shorter than novel chapters. 
• Also I may win a pwize!!!  Yayyyy! Not 100% sure what those are yet, but yay! :)
• And... this supposedly means I will be posting daily for the month of June.  Feel free to remind me if you don't see a post by 11:59 pm.  I think this means I will be writing on a wider variety of topics, like I'd originally planned.  Hoping to make that happen... :)
• Oh yes... if you are new to this blog and actually made it through this post: welcome. :) Thank you for sharing this journey.  Read back for the backstory.  Read ahead for my next ones. :)  Like you, I wonder what good things He has in store.  

"So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God."

1 Corinthians 10:31