Position, Disposition and Reposition

 

I sat on my couch, worn out after snuggling and petting and rubbing on 6 little soft four legged bodies and plopped my computer in my lap, planning on working from my living room while Lizzy’s pups grunted and sighed as they drifted off to their morning siesta. 

 

They are doing quite well.  Lizzy, learning at lightening speed, has become a wonderful mother.  She is attentive and sensitive and quite tidy with her little ones.  Only, they are not so little anymore.  At nearly 4 weeks they are up and walking behind, or should I say chasing, her.  They have tasted their first solid food and their appetites tell me it has been well received.  They are gaining energy and, though without much grace, learning the art of the romp.  But then, all at once, they are done and the first cool spot on the porch becomes a makeshift cradle.  They lumber over and flop down for a nap. 

 

Lizzy, meanwhile, tidies up around them and then comes to the gate to be let out while they are resting.  In those moments she reverts to her pre-mommy self, asking for her fetch toys and running to the door.  We play a bit but it is not long before her new responsibilities call her and she is off to the puppy area again, counting and checking; bathing and nuzzling; and then stretching out so her little ones can nurse. 

 

It seems to me she is happy in either place. 

 

If only that were true of us all.

 

She has balanced her position with her disposition.  That, of course, is a rarity for any creature.  She is a happy German Shepherd, playful and loving, content to lay on my feet or determined to outrun Shua in a game of fetch so she can get both sticks in her mouth.  She will walk beside me in the woods or take a swim if it gets too hot, but she will also curl up on her bed and watch tv with me.  Yet, when she hears the whine of her littles, she shifts into mommy mode and does her duty for them without complaint.  In fact, I see a tenderness in her, an understanding that this parenting thing is her calling in their lives; and that understanding fills her with acceptance and a peace that is a bit uncanny.

 

Lizzy is still Lizzy, but she is now Mommy Lizzy.  She goes with the flow and the need of the moment, and she does it all with those sweet eyes never altering, her disposition intact.

 

If only that were true of us all.

 

I flipped open my computer as I sipped hot java, looking at my screen and wondering about the myriads of frustrated people outside of my own shelter-in-place zone.  So much anger flying around.  Rights demanded, comforts coveted, and complaints unhappily voiced.  The demand for personal pleasure is ringing around the country.  Loudly.  Often with expletives.

 

I let out a sigh as my computer displayed the discontent.  Lizzy whined and I was happy to put my computer down and sit on the porch with her and her littles.  She laid down at my feet and the littles laid on us both.  Unruffled, she drifted off to sleep.

 

Lady Lizzy is a good teacher. Much like the God we serve, she has it right.   Keeping one’s disposition when things are changeable is crucial.  Accepting that things are going to keep fluctuating and going with it instead of fighting against it is necessary.  Being who one is, whether out at play or in deep responsibility is a must . . . well . . .  as long as who one is does not conflict with who one should be.

 

For Lizzy, circumstances are what they are.  She has decided to go with it and do what she needs to do, while relishing opportunities for fun when they arise.  Her puppies are benefiting from her attitude.  They are also learning that being on the porch when it is raining is really okay.  The sun will come out later, and so with they.  For the rainy times, a good nap will do. 

 

They are learning from their mama’s disposition. 

 

If only that were true of us all. 

 

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