Sometimes you just don’t get the truck dog…
Over the weekend I met up with some old friends in New York City. It had been just about ten years since we all saw one another. It was great to re-connect and to catch up…..time sure does go faster than you think. Me and Greg…Chris and her husband spent many weekend summers together following college graduation…and as time passed and life became busier…we watched our children grow through our Christmas card exchanges…not through our visits. And despite the fact that so much time has passed..we will forever be connected in some way. Always remembering what brought us together…and what will keep us connected: friendship.
Chris reminded me of something my husband Greg once said..(I have a vague memory of him saying this)…however, I keep repeating it in my head & applying it to my daily challenges of work…life…family…children….& trying to keep the balance between it all. I guess also to accept what is…and to move forward…to keep moving despite the challenge and to accept what I can not change.
“Sometimes you just don’t get the truck dog”
Truck Dog–loves the truck, sits with enthusiasm next to his master in the truck-tongue hanging out, gets excited and starts wagging his tail just at the sound of keys jingling-he knows its time to take a ride, cries and whimpers when he gets out of the truck, & he always jumps right into the truck without anticipation.
Not the Truck Dog–hates the truck, sits on the floor of the truck and vomits the entire car ride, hears the sound of keys jingling and looks for refuge in your house, cries and whimpers when he has to get into the truck, has to be dragged, pulled and carried to get into the truck~you sometimes even need the muzzle because he nips at you.
I applied my husband’s words of wisdom the other day when I watched my Gregory strike out four times and miss every ball in the field…ugh..why him…why can’t he hit the ball (not for me)…but for him. And when I worry about my Andrew…that maybe he is too tiny for a boy his age…and will he struggle with that? Will he worry? Will he be upset? Will kids bully him…make fun of him? And I should have applied it when my oldest was broken-hearted for weeks…not able to function due to the incredible loss he felt…or when my Katie…last year not making a team she tried out for.
And by no means am I equating my children to a dog…I am equating the actual experience of not getting what was expected…feeling disappointed because the plans you had…what you expected to be..was not. Equating this to not getting the truck dog…not getting what you expected…but still accepting it…ah!…yes…that was the key…accepting the unexpected…….
Sometimes you just don’t get the truck dog (that’s the type of dog Greg always wanted)..and prior to getting married we adopted Bo….she was a disaster of a dog. She was hard to control…she barked all of the time…rarely listened….was horrible around company….had epilepsy…took seizure medication…and hated…hated the car…she threw up in the car…she really H A T E D the car. Greg did not for sure..hands down….get his truck dog.
But we loved Bo
She was our first baby
We adjusted and made accommodations when we had to bring her in the car
She loved us
We loved her
We sobbed when she died right before Zach was born
We sobbed for weeks after she died
We loved Bo
And Bo loved us
Just like Greg not getting the dog he always wanted…the truck dog. Sometimes in life we don’t get the truck dog…but we still push forward…we embrace what we have been given…we are grateful for what we have…and thankful for the path we were asked to follow. Sometimes you just don’t get the truck dog~so now I will apply these words to many of the expectations I have for my kids..maybe my goals for them…things I hope for them. And I will know that they may not always get what they wanted… But I will know that it is about embracing and accepting the unexpected.
The unconditional love we have for our children…the no matter what feeling you have for them…the no matter what life brings you feeling….no matter the challenge…no matter what God presents to you….you keep moving forward….you just keep swimming.
Because even if you do not get your truck dog…when it comes to any component of your life….it’s still your dog…and you love it/her/him unconditionally…and even if your expectation was not what life presented to you…it’s still your dog…despite not being a truck dog.
And not having the truck dog + things not working out as you planned-I guess have the same meaning for me. And I know that what you had planned and what was planned for you are often two different things. And sometimes you may not realize why you are on the path you are on and why what was meant to be was meant to be…until you actually get where you are meant to be and realize the why. Even when it’s not your truck dog.