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I always picture myself as the mama bird, keeping the nest and preparing the food (thank God I don’t have to chew it up for everyone, He knows I would swallow and the nestlings would starve), going from one mama activity to the next, doing what needs to be done at the very moment it needs doing. That was my picture of me, pre- Grace Performs Ice Acrobatics incident.

Resigning my self to sitting positions for more hours that my mom-mode formerly allowed has been a humbling and startling experience. Having previously thought of myself as a fairly grateful person, I now see there were a few things I took for granted. Little things like standing, walking and bending over. But, the movement I took for granted the most is the “flit”.

Flit - Definition accroding to the American Heritage Dictionary

flit (flĭt)
intr.v. flit·ted, flit·ting, flits

• 1. To move about rapidly and nimbly.
• 2. To move quickly from one condition or location to another.
  n.
• 1. A fluttering or darting movement.
• 2. Informal An empty-headed, silly, often erratic person.

I admit it. I flit. I am a flitter. I don’t flutter - that would be like flitter, but much more graceful, no, I definitely flit. Flutters look similar to butterflies. Flitters look a little like butterflies, but fatter and jerkier. I tried to find a picture of a flitter to post here, but I couldn’t. I think they are few and hard to photograph because of the jerkiness. We are an endangered species so to speak.

This realization that I “flit”, or used to, has brought with it a very alarming realization. Not only do I physically flit, I mentally flit. Let’s stop here and make sure you read that right. I said “flit“, not “fit“. If I would have said “fit“, some might find me to be untruthful.

I flit daily from the washer to the stove, from the back porch to the garage, from the bathroom to the car. I flit all day long and then I complain about how tired I am.

I do not physically flit because I am hyperactive or full of energy (that would be way cool). No, I flit because I am confused, I think… Yes, confused, short-sighted, disorganized. Flitty-brained. Flitty- minded.

This is a devastating reality I have come to considering I have always preferred to think of myself as the “idea person”, the “think of everything person”. I thought I had a special turbo-brain. I knew I ran in circles a lot, I just didn’t know it was my fault. I didn’t realize I thought in Spiro-graphic thoughts, vs. nice linear thoughts.

I feel really bad that I used to complain about my flittery. “Why am I the only one that picks up, cleans up, folds up, cooks up, finds, shines and hears the whines?” My crutches and I miss flitting.

I miss being able to throw the spaghetti sauce together, fold the laundry, set the VCR (yes, they still exist and we are the most techno out dated people in town), look for lost shoes and talk on the phone, effortlessly at the same time, without worrying about how I am going to manage carrying the boiling pot of pasta from the stove to the sink to drain, and hold onto both crutches (you can’t, it is impossible, I tried…).

Yes, my hands are full of crutches, and to simply stir the sauce takes great foresight and planning. I must plan where I am going to lean my left crutch so that I can have one hand free (and the place I pick to lean the crutch must be obvious so I don’t lose it again), hang on tight to my right crutch, keep my right knee lifted and bent so my foot doesn’t touch the floor and I become accidentally tempted to put weight on it, and then use my non-dominant left hand to stir with (that I assure you is a feat unto itself). Yes, stirring is now a multi-step process that requires wise planning.

This is a challenge for my flitty brain, especially the tiny details that come with the planning, like remembering to grab a spoon as I walk past the silverware drawer, before I get to the stove and prepare to stir the sauce. I flit because I don’t think right. Back and forth trips that could have been avoided and saved me time. I could very well be the first person to ever lose weight (please God, please), moving so slowing with crutches, because I make so many unnecessary tracks, back and forth.

My husband was so kind last night while we were watching that new game show, 1 vs. 100. “Here, let me get that for you.” “What do you need? I’ll get it.” Nice, nice, nice, and I had to stop myself from glaring at him! “I” am the flitter! Not “you”. I flit, you sit. I found myself flabbergastedly surprised that I was thinking such thoughts, and if I am not mistaken, I think it was just one week ago that I was planning the sit down the whole family and tell them I am sick of doing everything myself meeting. Does anyone know what I want or what will make me happy??? Please tell me if you do. Really, email me.

So now I publicly and officially apologize for the complaints about flittering, and I assume all responsibility for said flittering. I promise to always remember to be grateful for my mobility, especially when it applies to the mundane tasks of mothering, wifery, housery (is that a word?), and life tasks in general.

I will be so grateful that a glow will emanate from me, harp music will be heard everywhere I go, and I will seemingly float about, washing dishes, clothes, walls and windows with a grateful smile on my glowy face. Forever and ever. Forever. At least all of the rest of this year. Okay, the entire first month, week, day after I am healed.

I’ll be grateful for as long as my flitty brain remembers. But, I’ll be forever grateful for my flitty brain . Having a brain that flits, makes one have thousands of ideas and feel oh, so, creatively smart. It helped me see that what I was complaining about were really just blessings.

Ask your brain if it is flitty or linear (if it isn’t sure, go here- http://wannabe.guru.org/lynn/apps/ , if you have way too much fun, you are flitty) and then ask yourself what blessings you complain about. Open Word, type them in, read them and then plant a kiss right on your monitor, tell them you love them and will quit complaining, at least for today, this hour, the moment. Now click on File, Save As, type in Mundane Stuff which are really Blessings that Help Make Live Again Days, and hit save. Now you have a file to help you remember incase you have a flitty brain like me.

Livin’ live again days!

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