Once upon a time (long, long ago and in some other galaxy) this pitcher was used to transfer beer from a keg into clear plastic glasses that were set on each end of a ping pong table. The game was called Beer Pong, and I played it quite well. At the time I didn’t drink beer, which is why I think in retrospect I could play so much better than my opponents who did drink the beer (and they did that well).
I stood on one end bouncing balls into the cups on the other side. If someone bounced a ball into one of my cups, I had various friends as my sidekick who drank the beer for me.
Prior to that, this pitcher served the beer at our wedding reception.
I have a slight sentimental attachment to the pitcher, and it’s useful, so I’ve kept it tucked in a cupboard for at least a decade.
Now this pitcher has a new purpose. Last month I snapped this picture of the pitcher that became my son’s popcorn ‘bowl’ during family movie night.
He doesn’t know that pitcher’s story, but he was so excited to use it, because it was unique to him.
Man, I really resonate with that pitcher’s journey. I feel like I’ve changed and been repurposed. I’m appreciative of all my sidekicks and prayer warriors who have guided me along the way through each stage I’ve endured.
I am especially thankful for my husband, who I lovingly (and occasionally sarcastically) call Mr. Awesome. That man has stuck with me through my late teen years, through college, through having babies, and now raising those babies and a teen of our own. Some of those stages were rough! And some stages I just totally left out because I can’t even imagine sharing them yet. I don’t know where I would be without his unwavering love. He is SO good to me.
You guys, I don’t know what’s in store for that pitcher, or for me, but I’m so glad for the journey, the experiences, the purpose, and the beauty in it all. And I am especially thankful for sidekicks!
If you feel like a sidekick, do NOT underestimate your importance.