February in Georgia is particularly miraculous thanks to an enormous number of pay-off days: days when you are paid in full for frozen nose hairs, dead car batteries, and chilblains. These are the days when a sweatshirt and jeans is all that is needed to enjoy a day in the sunshine. The jonquils are up, birds are chirping like mad, and fish are jumping. Seems like everything is sensing that spring is just around the bend. We’re in high cotton, y’all (not literally).
Of course, with the change in weather has come a change in attitude around the Razor house. We’ve been cooped up indoors or under winter coats too long and now spend every waking moment basking in the smooth golden light beneath blue skies framed by the branches of Georgia pines. Seriously, someone should write a song about pay-off days. I hereby declare that the next chart-topping, Grammy-winning single should reflect the mood we’re in right now.
Yesterday, I sat facing the lake at my friend’s house in a comfy chair (while my girls threw handfuls of oyster crackers into the water and squealed with delight when the brim and catfish surfaced with great “glop” sounds), I couldn’t help but count my blessings. Counting blessings is good medicine and it is something that I have forgotten to do the past few months thanks to the great highs and horrifying lows caused by what I have now dubbed “false adoption.” It real and it’s scary stuff (false adoption) so buyer beware.
Pay-off days are terrific distractions from all the paperwork, doctor’s appointments, case workers, and whatnot associated with being a foster parent. They shift the focus from the current state of my kitchen floor (not unlike the floors of your local Waffle House… sticky), taxes, bills, and the rapidly defrosting roast that needs to be marinated. Instead, I can simply absorb the views and my childrens’ happiness.
And that is somehow more than enough. Simple abundance.