Smart Seasons

This morning, as I helped Eldest and Princess study their spelling words, I had a flash of nostalgia. The word was compliment. Which Eldest spelled with an "ie" because he was fretting so much over which one should be used, and Princess spelled with an "e."

It took me back.

For all my joking Wednesday about losing the Krebs cycle, I do sometimes mourn the days when people thought of me as smart. I miss knowing that complement is a chemical involved in a rapid immune response. And I miss the certainty of knowing that. Because today when I typed complement into dictionary.com to verify that before I typed it, dictionary.com didn't bother to even list that in it's definitions. I'm sure I could get out an old immunology text and find out for sure, but I'm just....too tired.

I sometimes miss the days when I was full of information that I mistook as knowledge and I was regarded for it.

Now, more often than not, I get the You-are-so-dumb look from my kids. And Brent, who is far more knowledgeable about many things athletic than I, goes even farther and tells me in his lecture voice how I'm doing an air squat wrong when my thighs are on fire.

I want to be smart again.

But I will choose, today, to be knowledgeable.

All of my life, in every season, You are still God, I have a reason to sing.
I have a reason to worship.