“I don’t think Molly has stopped chattering about her time with you.”
I smiled as I took a sip of my lavender vanilla tea. “I’m so
glad. I enjoyed having her.”
Jared set the box of tea down behind the counter. “She's growing up so fast. I want to be the best uncle-father I can be to her. But as we are in the double-digits now, I’m less and less sure I can be what I need to be to her.”
I swallowed, thinking of how both my parents were distant
these days as they struggled to rebuild their marriage. I swallowed. “I’m sure
you being there for her will mean more to her than she will ever know.”
He sighed. “I just remember how excited she was when Lacie
and I got married. How full of gladness she was. She loved Pollyanna and always
played the glad game. Now, mostly I hear about how she wishes her own parents
were alive and how annoying it is to have a baby sister around. Heaven help us
when our next little one arrives.”
I pressed my lips together and I unloaded the boxes of tea
onto the shelf for display, enjoying the cozy feeling of being in the shop as
the spring rain poured down. “Can I suggest you find something fun to do with
her? I was recently reminded by my siblings that it’s important to have fun
together during times of turbulence and change. I bet Molly would benefit from the
two of you doing something fun.”
“That’s an idea. Any suggestions on what we do?”
I turned toward him as I finished putting the cherry blossom
tea next to the raspberry rose tea. “Well, I’m going to do one of those online
painting tutorials this evening. I think my siblings have decided to join me. It
should be fun.”
“Molly does like creative things. I should try that. Send me
the link?”
I nodded. I just hoped this worked for him and for me.
While I had envisioned that my siblings and I would have a
good time with lots of laughter, I hadn’t anticipated my siblings laughing so
much at the instructor.
To be fair, the instructor was fond of adjectives and chose
some pretty fun ones to describe the river, trees, and tiny log cabin we were
painting.
“A jolly log?” Asa said, laughing. He
hadn’t painted a thing on his canvas. “I have the sudden urge to go reread the Chronicles
of Narnia. Jolly good.”
Now he had me wanting to read them, but not because of the
word jolly. But later today, I would pick up my favorite, the Horse and His Boy, and reread it.
“A luscious river,” Ben teased, striking a pose. “My what a
luscious river. It puts me in mind of a dinner I had once.”
I couldn’t help laughing with them. But while they were
funny, I couldn’t help but be irritated. This was not the painting party
I had envisioned. I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to be irritated. I wanted
to allow my siblings to have fun, even if it wasn’t how I wanted them to have
fun.
I wanted to be humble and set myself aside like Jesus. Which
was getting harder as my brothers now turned their humor towards our
paintings.
“That doesn’t look like pleasant oceans green, Pam.”
I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to respond.
I caught Ivy’s eyes.
“Guys, Pam wanted to paint. I think…"
“And what is that!” Asa laughed as he pointed to my attempt
at a bunny in the corner of the painting.
I took a deep breath and tried to control my words. “Asa,
Ben, I know that you think this guy is funny but please don’t make fun of my
work. If you don’t want to join us…”
Asa huffed. “Don’t be so uptight.”
Ben looked into my eyes and then at Asa but said nothing.
“Hey!” Meg rarely raised her voice, but she could be
loud when she wanted to be. “Guys, you can have fun and not be mean.”
“I wasn’t trying to be mean, it’s just that-”
Ben cleared his throat. “Asa, if the girls find it mean,
then I think you should stop even if it wasn’t your intention to be mean.”
I nodded toward Ben. I knew it had cost him. He didn’t
like to confront people and he hated being out of sorts with Asa.
Asa huffed and walked out of the room muttering.
“I guess that makes this a girl's evening.” Meg’s voice was falsely cheerful. “Let me back up the video."
I continued to paint, even though my heart wasn’t in it. But
I was too stubborn to let Asa know he had made me sad. It would make me feel
like he had won.
I could hear the boys talking and laughing. They had
probably started another game of Risk or perhaps were watching one of their
favorite cartoon shows.
I glanced at Ivy, and she was painting, but not even
attempting to follow along.
There was some throat clearing and I turned. Asa stood
there, his face red. “Pam, Meg, Ivy… I’m sorry.”
I blinked. I glanced at Ben, but his eyes were on our
brother.
“I just…” He sighed. “I like to laugh and sometimes I forget
that I need to stop myself to be kind.”
Ivy set her brush in a mason jar of water and gave Asa a
hug. “Forgiven.”
I wanted to follow her, but I suddenly realized
that I was struggling inside. I was upset that he had ruined my idea of a
perfect evening with our siblings.
Ben glanced at me and then at Asa and back again.
I tried to beat some sense into my wayward heart. Keeping short accounts was what I was supposed to do as a Christian, and after all, it wasn’t that big of an issue. I shouldn’t be petty. I shouldn’t be bitter. I needed to…
“Hey, we know you love to laugh. We just didn’t want you to
laugh at us.” Meg said. “Grab your brush again.”
I was mentally screaming at myself and yet I stood frozen, staring at my brother. What was I waiting for?
He needs to be more sorry.
And right then and there, I wished I could split myself in two
and tackle that part of me.
I’ve been hurt too much. This is the last straw.
Asa stepped toward me. “I’m really sorry, Pam. I was the
meanest to you.”
I prayed and took a step forward. “Forgiven.” I hadn’t felt
like saying the words. I wasn’t sure I meant them completely and it was
emotionally exhausting to say them. However, I felt like I had won a battle.
Asa smiled and returned to his canvas. It was awkward for the
next few minutes as we all worked on our paintings and tried to not be awkward,
making it even more so.
Then the artist on screen made a comparison of what we were
painting to something a little off-color. I looked up at my siblings
horrified. I had skimmed through to make sure there wasn’t something like that
and I missed it.
“Well, I guess we can all agree that was
weird,” Ben said into our horrified silence.
We all laughed. We turned off the sound and made up our own
ridiculous commentary of what he was saying.
This week's Mercies:
My siblings
Choosing to laugh
God’s power to help me overcome the ugly sin inside of me.