fmf: ordinary

Here are the rules:
1. Write for five minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back to Lisa Jo Baker's blog with the rest of the Five Minute Friday-ers.
2. Comment on the person who linked up before you.

Please join us!

Today's prompt: Ordinary

GO

I look around me, and I see all sorts of people who are so skilled at doing all kinds of things: things I could never do myself. And I am amazed. It just seems so natural to them. From my husband standing up in the pulpit on Sunday mornings delivering a beautifully crafted sermon, to the farmers in the field during harvest operating those ridiculously large combines (which, by the way, look like UFOs at night. No joke), to the lady ringing me up at the grocery store who seems to not only know with one quick glance exactly what kind of produce I have, but also knows all of the 4 digit produce codes without missing a beat.

This is just the beginning. There's the pianist at church, the police man driving by, the nurse who gave me my flu shot...it blows me away how easily they perform tasks just like they're second nature. Ordinary.

Then I look at myself and feel a little down. But not for long.

Because I can diaper a squirming toddler in no time flat. I can crochet, sing, run two miles and still feel out of shape (though I'm working on that), and back in my Caribou days, I could make drinks during a Friday morning rush with a speed and accuracy that now kind of even surprises me. It's just what I do (or did).

And while some people, I'm sure, look at me in complete and utter amazement for not only doing, but also loving every one one of those things, to me, they're nothing. It's just ordinary.

STOP