What you give, you get. What goes around, comes around. Pay it forward. You reap what you sow. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ve heard it all before. I have said it all before. I stress it to my kids, my self, the dog. Well, truthfully the dog doesn’t need reminders, he totally gets it. The rest of us though can use some reminders. Especially me. I have been feeling a little lost lately. A little forgetful of the magic of the Universe and unsure of my magical place in it. Crazy (I know) but it’s true.
Today I was reminded again, just the way God likes to remind me. In silly small ways that add up to big lessons. Insignificant events that seem completely unrelated and then over the course of time come smashing together in a brilliant flash of YES! ITS REAL and I AM STILL A MAGICAL BEING OF GODS DIVINE LIGHT. Ok, I may be blowing this particular event out of proportion a little but its been a minute and I’ve missed this feeling. (Although it is real and I am a magical being of Gods Divine Light so I’ll call it even.)
Lately I have been hoarding Facebook recipes. I save, save, save. Videos, links, photos, whatever. Desserts, snacks, hor d’oeurves, dinners, the list goes on and on. Last week I finally made one. A delectable dish of Vegetarian Chili with home made cornbread muffins. Yes, home made as in actual corn meal and flour and eggs, not just a box of Jiffy. Crazy (I know) but it’s true.
The recipe made quite a bit and it turned out much spicier than I anticipated. (*Note 1 fresh diced jalapeno adds a lot of kick!) Since there was no way Ollie was eating it, I ended up with a lot of leftovers. Not that I don’t love me some leftovers (I certainly enjoyed eating that chili for lunch the next day) but I also knew there was just too much. It wouldn’t get eaten, it would be tossed down the garbage disposal. The thought of which burned me almost as much as that jalapeno! So I Tupperwared it up and zip locked a few of the muffins and brought it with us to Ollie’s batting lesson that night. Ollie looked at me sideways as we left the house. “You’re gonna bring her food? Don’t you think that’s kinda weird Mom?” This kid should know by now that weird is ingrained in the very fiber of my being but I explained to her anyway.
Her batting coach is an amazing young teacher, former softball stud and all around great person. She has brought Ollie incredibly far in a short amount of time and I know she likes spicy food. I also know that she stays at the cages until after 9pm most nights, she teaches a zero period and is on campus by 6am. I figured instead of fast food again; fresh chili & biscuits would be a home run for sure! I was right, of course, as Moms usually are. When we walked in with our care package her face lit up with a wide smile and she shouted, “Is that FOOD? For me?” So simple, no trouble. There was plenty for all.
Today I was driving Ollie to school and then heading to our former neighbors house to drop off some things he’d let us borrow before going to the office. On the way I got a text from him, he had a Tupperware of freshly made Vegetable Beef soup if I was interested I could have it for lunch. I quickly replied uh YES! (at a safe spot, not while driving, quickly, during a stop in traffic, I promise!) He responded with Ok it’s ready when you get here and it comes with *drumroll* a home made cheese biscuit!!! I laughed aloud and Ollie looking at me sideways again asked, “What’s so funny mom?”
Karma, kid. It’s the Soup of the Day.