The Case of the Missing Basketball

Thursday, April 13th, 2017

Okay, Girls, – it’s been a looooong week here.  Friday, come now.  Anyone else with me?  Or maybe Saturday come now, because last Friday – well, last Friday….

Last Friday was one of those days that was the biggest joke ev.

On the way to drop my youngest off at preschool, mister had a total and complete melt-down.  I’m talking epic.  He was super upset that we didn’t get to walk to school and instead we drove (because momma was running late for her exercise class).  I wasn’t even able to wrestle him into his car seat so he flailed around behind my seat for the 0.1 miles to the school parking lot.  Ironic, once I parked, he wouldn’t get out of the very car that upset him so much.  He had a death grip on the metal bars that hold up my head rest.

I’m trying to stay calm – as other parents are around and this is getting embarrassing.  Inside, I was screaming and shaking him.  But on the outside – cool as a cucumber, calm, and relaxed.  This is nothing.  I’ve got this.

I finally disengage him from the car and a sweet family walks up to me that has seen the whole thing go down from our driveway, down the street, to the school.  The sweet mom gently tells me that a basketball rolled out from under my car and followed me down to the preschool.  This all while mister is still screaming at the top of his lungs.

I thank her calmly because remember – I’m a cool cucumber –  and tell her I will keep my eye out for the missing basketball.

{This day isn’t going very well.}

I head to my exercise class feeling a bit flustered.  I show up and the cute gal next to me had clearly had a better spring break than myself.  While I was in the ER with my husband, she was on a beach somewhere because her skin was glowing, from head to toe, and it was perfectly bronze.  I on the other hand am one big freckle.  This led me to another realization –  she had no spider veins on her legs – I on the other hand have many.

I know what you are thinking, I shouldn’t compare.  I totally agree.  It happened so quickly, girls.

I had been working the night before on a worthiness talk for this conference coming up that I’d love to see you at.  Since it was top of mind, I kept telling myself that I’m enough as-is.  Exotic spring break vacations and perfect skin are over rated.

I am enough, dang-it!!

As I leave the class, I notice this massive SUV pull out behind me.  It was one of those expensive cars with the side-mirrors that automatically move in and out.  It also had these really nice lights on the front of the car that made me want to put the pedal to the medal because I was afraid the car would eat mine?!  Lo and behold, it’s the Turks and Caicos gal in the car.

I want to be enough!!!!!

Once home from class – a friend texts me wondering why I had scheduled my olders birthday party at the same time as another commitment both of our sons were required to attend.

Girls, I never put two and two together – I made a big mistake!  Thank goodness for friends that know my calendar more than I know my calendar!

At this point, I wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out.  Or hide under the coffee table, whichever I could find first.  It was only 10:45 in the morning.  Where are the cheetos?!

Once I realized I couldn’t fit under the coffee table, I called Jason.  We belly-laughed on the phone as I told him about the mister’s melt-down and the case of the missing basketball, comparing myself to someone else, and making mistakes with our calendar.

I am enough.

It’s funny how twelve hours prior, as I was prepping my worthiness talk, I was convinced I knew what it meant to be enough and live life believing that deep in my bones.

Living out worthiness moment to moment is clearly not that easy.

And if you were wondering about that basketball, I think it would have followed us all the way to school if it hadn’t been for this car that caught it.  Not sure how but the ball was wedged so tightly between the curb and the car that I almost couldn’t dislodge it.

So here’s to dislodging children from cars, basketballs from curbs, and pride from this momma’s heart.

Humbly yours – Shelley



8 thoughts on “The Case of the Missing Basketball

  1. caroline

    April 14, 2017  |  05:01 pm

    Well, if it helps any, exercising next to me would make you feel REALLY REALLY great about yourself!

    Yeah, for sure any sense of intrinsic worth can NOT come from ourselves. The standards are just too transient, too fickle.

    Praying for a beautiful weekend for us all. Happy Easter!

    • Shelley Martinkus

      April 19, 2017  |  12:28 pm

      It would be my pleaseure to exercise next to you caroline – only because that means we’d probably do a ton of laughing and I’d get to take you out for lunch afterward. xoxo

  2. Jaleen

    April 17, 2017  |  05:19 pm

    Bahaha, Shelley. This may be my favorite ever post of yours! Maybe because it speaks to my own boy-mom, daily grind heart. I don’t have a coffee table to crawl under….gotta change out the ottoman I guess! 😉

    • Shelley Martinkus

      April 19, 2017  |  12:26 pm

      Thanks Jaleen! I’m so glad you were able to laugh! That makes my heart so happy! Clearly, my coffee table is too small so I need to upgrade myself. 🙂 xoxo

  3. Tiffany

    April 26, 2017  |  11:36 am

    Dear Shelley, I found out about you on the MOPS Blog, and I just have to tell you how glad I am to have read this post.

    It describes exactly what it is like some days. I have three children myself (ages 6, 3, and 1), and what stood out to me in your writing (besides the hilarious perspective you graciously put on your ventures) is the really helpful self-regulation technique of saying/thinking (even comically) something like “I’m a cool cucumber” even in the midst of very uncool situations.

    Thank you for being an inspiration to women and for letting life shine through you in all its honesty.

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  5. Stephanie

    April 28, 2017  |  09:33 am

    I think this is my favorite post you have written! We have all been there with days like that. Thank you for your honestly and perspective on so many things!

  6. Leslie Martin – From Houston

    June 10, 2017  |  09:36 pm

    Brilliant!! Just brilliant! Thank you so much for being super real with us so we won’t feel alone (or crazy) ! I enjoy your writing, giggle at your photography in this photo, and love your precious heart.

    …btw my big freckle says hi to yours…

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