Small Expectations
It is both a curse and a blessing to have such limited capacity. On the one hand, it is virtually impossible to navigate life's path on one's own. However, congratulations can be located in the smallest of spaces.
Recently, I was dispatched to pick up 3 grocery items. "Should I text the list to you", my daughter asked. Faking bravado, I declined, while repeating "avocado sushi, fruit yogurt and whole wheat bread" on endless loop in my brain, for fear one or more in this oversized undertaking would escape through the hole in my head.
When I returned, having pitched a perfect game, it was as if I had pushed Einstein into second place. And this is how my family perceives me. Maybe because their analysis is unfailingly, unflinchingly accurate.
So, I hear the trepidation each time circumstance dictates that I am placed in charge of some assignment. A few days back, left to my own devices with my grandson, I changed a dirty diaper. In descending order, I could locate no wipes, so made use of the diaper itself (and then a second one) to perform the dirty deed. Then the new baby panty was placed on his bottom more than slightly askew. And trying to figure out the snaps was harder than demanding I solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded. But if I reported these transgressions they would not draw a reprimand but a bouquet.
Of those of whom little is expected....