Feeling Smart and Stupid, all at the same time



It's an interesting time to be alive, isn't it? And American to boot. Thought I'd make a few notes because my brain is getting a bit scrambled....

What I Know:

I know that I am a card-carryin' member of the Catholic Church, and the gates of Hell shall not prevail against it. (Presidential elections notwithstanding.)

I know how to cook. And I'm pretty good at it, when I do it.

I know I am loved by my siblings, and I love them in return.

I know I survived raising 5 kids with a lot of issues. And I'm really, really proud of them.

I know that the older I get, the more I like cats.

I know that big families are a big blessing.

I know that the saints are my friends. Deo gratias.

Now:

I don't know how I'm going to vote in the upcoming election. It's like a choice between food poisoning and a life-threatening allergic reaction.

I do not know how my kids managed to survive me as a mom.

I do not know how to keep my kids Catholic (but if I did, I'd be rich. I pray. A lot. And hope. A lot.)

I do not bake well. I have never successfully made a decent batch of chocolate chip cookies. (It pains me to write that.)

I do not know why I like winter. I just do. In Michigan of all places, where we do winter right.

I have absolutely no idea why bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people. I trust God to sort it out.

I don't know how or when I am going to get this stupid tumor taken care of, but if tenacity and generally being a pest counts for anything, it will be soon. God willing.

So there you have it. I'm smart and stupid, all at the same time - as I imagine every human is. (I could fill entire football stadiums with what I DON'T know: how to tie a fly, engine repair, why small boys bring home dead mice, how scoring works in tennis [love??], how to do a smoky eye, why anyone would want to do a triathlon, etc. I could go on. Which is why we'd need those football stadiums.)

May all the saints pray for us.

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