Baba Ganoush (G-uno)

So where I live the rain has been pouring day and night. I’m talking about the kind of rain where you look out your window fully expecting to see all the animals line up two by two. I can’t seem to find my inner balance these past few weeks then finally it made it’s reappearance as we all sat around the Lebanese restaurant eating Baba Ganoush. Yesterday was our son’s 25th birthday. I had a picture in my mind of how our family would celebrate this day, but then life happened.
I came home from work to what would have normally been a most welcomed find, our son, his sister, and our son-in-law hanging out together in the living room. My kids although they are no longer kids, are my happy place. They arrive, and joy follows them. Their mixed personalities go together like the best ingredients of a perfect recipe. The problem was that my fairly new 10 year old roof was leaking profusely in our main bathroom, and kitchen. My kids informed me that they had already called their father, and they were now strategically engaged on how to stop all the rain from flooding our home.
This was not exactly the birthday celebration any of us had imagined, least of all our son. Our son was crawling through our narrow attic searching for the leakages. My son-in-law and daughter were holding flashlights, and bringing buckets to catch the relentless amounts of rain that kept pouring into our home. Then we all searched our garage for tarps to cover our roof as much as possible since we knew that with the continued downpouring of rain there was not much else that could be done.
We all worked together to clean up all the water that had poured into our kitchen cabinets, and bathroom floors. At this moment I looked at my children, and realized that they were incredibly capable adults. They laughed, and joked with one another not letting the frustration of this huge unplanned pain in our backsides stress them in even the slightest way. When Mr. G-uno finally arrived he looked around realizing his family had taken care of everything that could possibly be done for the time being. He jumped in the shower, and we all headed to the restaurant to meet up with my mom, sister, and my brother.
Of course the restaurant of our choice was closed because of their own family emergency, so my sister called to rerouted us to another Lebanese restaurant. The problem being that there were two restaurants with exactly the same name, and of course we were at one, and they were at the other. We all finally made it to the same place. Meanwhile the rain continued to pour from the heavens relentlessly but because of the rain we had the entire restaurant to ourselves. The owner, and his beautiful wife prepared us the most wonderful food.
The eight of us sat together eating, drinking, and laughing. It was in that moment where my balance found it’s way back. I remembered that it’s not about the chaos that can pop up so unexpectedly in our lives. It’s about making the most of situation, looking beyond the surface into the faces of those who love you, and whom you love. It was not the celebration I had pictured in my mind. It was something much better. 😉



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  1. #1 by Brian on August 9, 2016 - 3:35 pm

    Glad your clan can rally around a disaster like they did. I’ll bet the hubs was REALLY glad they took care if things as well as they did. Now if we could figure out a way to get some of that rain up here to the northeast, my plants would thank you!

    • #2 by idioglossiablog on August 9, 2016 - 6:36 pm

      Thank you Brian. Mr G-uno should take a bow since he’s been hands on with the kids since they were born. He’s amazing when it comes to fixing things, and was really amazing when it came to letting the kids be hands on. As for this rain I would love to share. 😉 G-uno

  2. #3 by Jay on August 9, 2016 - 3:41 pm

    Nothing affirms your good parenting like excellent adult children. It may not have been the ideal celebration but it sure sounded nice in the end.

    How’s the house?

    • #4 by idioglossiablog on August 9, 2016 - 6:32 pm

      Thanks Jay I’m a very lucky mom. So far the tarp is doing the trick. The rain is nonstop so for now fingers are crossed, and hopefully we can do more permanant damage control over the weekend.

  3. #5 by carmelasnelbaker on August 9, 2016 - 10:31 pm

    What a beautiful story coming from a challenging day. Loved the fact that right up till the end frustrating challenges continued as you end up at two “different” restaurants both having the “same” name!

    I love your ending! Your words paint a picture of a tornado level disaster and it all ends as a warm and loving fairy tale. Thanks for making me smile.

    • #6 by idioglossiablog on August 9, 2016 - 10:39 pm

      Thank you for your sweet words. My sister would tell you that this could only happen to us.;) As I get older I’m realizing the power of perception.

  4. #7 by chickensconsigliere on August 10, 2016 - 10:55 pm

    Love this post and its message, Guno. I’m glad you found your balance.

    • #8 by idioglossiablog on August 12, 2016 - 11:28 am

      Thanks Chicken. I teeter sometimes, but lately more than usual. 😉 G-uno

  5. #9 by Micah Lifshitz on August 11, 2016 - 12:58 pm

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    • #10 by idioglossiablog on August 12, 2016 - 11:25 am

      Thank you so much. We will try to work on our website. G-uno

  6. #11 by MyBeirut on December 30, 2016 - 6:51 pm

    Nice read! Lebanese food is amazing, I just love it…!

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