
Well, today is supposed to be about being a wife, but I find my experience from yesterday a little more interesting about which to write. J received his first stitch yesterday... a milestone for both mom and son. I'm not immune to childish bumps and bruises, but they aren't that common, yet. Just wait, I'm sure they will be with two sons and an active daughter! The only trauma we've dealt with have both involved sweet girl K. At 9 months, she fell down a wooden flight of stairs and broke her collar bone and at 13 months, she fell off of a kids' chair and knocked out one of her then-6 teeth. She has a tooth missing next to her right front tooth to this day. She'll eventually have her adult tooth which will actually look kind of funny! We're so used to her having a space there! So, you see, we've had a few incidents along the way.
But the stitch was a first for us... J was playing outside with friends before the lunch hour. He was climbing up the slide (something he's always told not to do!) and pulling on a rope that was attached at the top tree house portion of the swing set. I didn't see it happens, but he fell off the slide onto the mulch-ground and put a 1/2 inch gash in the back of his head. His friend came to tell me that J was hurt, and I looked out to see J crying and his hands covered in blood. I calmly went outside and saw more blood on his head and neck and ushered him inside. After wiping the blood away, I found the wound and began to assess the situation. A quick call to the doctor, an appointment a couple hours later, one stitch in his head, and a little bit of tears and J is doing fine this morning.
I was surprised how I handled the situation. I didn't fall apart and freak out when I saw the blood; my insides did begin to flutter a bit, but I prayed for the Lord's strength and wisdom and kept telling myself to stay calm so J would calm down. And he did. When K fell down the flight of stairs, I flipped out so I guess I've grown in 2 years... that's a good thing!
I'm not one to deal with blood or "nurse-type" things very well. I don't faint, but I prefer not to see the gross stuff of life. I'm dreading the teeth-pulling stage. Daddy may have to take over nurse duty during that time!!! But you know what? I might be okay because each time the Lord allows something that I think I can't handle come my way, I seem to do okay with it. It's only by His grace. He will only give me enough of what I can handle with His strength. I don't wish for bad things to happen to my kids/family, but when they do, I'm finding that, in the moment, I'm dealing with the necessities of the moment. Isn't that the case with God? He doesn't ask me to live in fear of the what ifs... He only asks me to be obedient in the moment... a lesson learned AGAIN yesterday.
Blessings!

