I am not the type of person who believes everything happens for a reason, or that things always work out for the best. Suffering is real, and I refuse to believe that there is a purpose for the extreme suffering some people endure.
But I do believe that things work out neatly sometimes. Maybe not as good as you’d hoped, but well enough. And I believe in recognizing and acknowledging those moments when they come to pass.
- The house next door to my parents that became available for rent for the first time in several years the month after my first child was born.
- The job that allows telecommuting, which I had been trying to obtain for years, that became available the month after I returned to work from maternity leave.
- The freelancing gigs I pieced together to keep us afloat until my job became full time and R found work.
- The job R found with hours that complement mine, so we can still be their main caretakers.
- The caterpillar that comes back to life just when you and your daughter most need an emotional win.
- The kind words and gifts from family and friends, too numerous to list, that came in just when I needed them most.
It is not all sunshine and roses. Bad days happen. Not everyone is supportive. At times, I feel it is all falling apart in my hands. Other times, I feel like I am on a treadmill — no matter how long I walk, I get nowhere.
But we have enough. Thanks in no small part to these little happy coincidences.
Enough is fine with me.