falling down

Today has been a day of many falls.

Physical and emotional.

Dolly fell off the kitchen chair today and smacked her head on the hardwood floor. One minute it was happy laughter and molding of play doh and the next minute she is saying very proudly “mommy look!” holding up her play doh creation and she leaned over to far and bam there she went to the floor.

While trying to comfort my baby my other baby took a stab at walking and bam down went brother with a cheek to the hand of a doll and a bruise bloomed on his perfect chubby cheek. Now I was trying to comfort two upset babies.  After calming them down there were wonderful naps by my babies.  But while they napped I talked to my insurance company about my new coverage and hung up thinking how do people afford healthcare? With my growing medical bills I was hopeful that my new coverage would be better. It isn’t really. And with all of Dolly’s and my own health concerns, our health insurance is a BIG DEAL. As I am sure it is to many of you. Well that deflated my spirits a bit and I tried to relax, but couldn’t. My mind was still racing from yesterday, as yesterday was an emotional rollercoaster with both of my parents battling it out in divorce court. What I am getting at is I am tired. So tired and sick. My arthritis is flaring up with this stormy weather and I have been dealing with the stomach flu. The emotional toll on top of it all got me down today and no matter how many cans of diet coke I had (four) I was not feeling better.

After their naps there were more stumbles by my little man. He is accident prone like me you see. But I noticed a pattern with him. After a fall he would look for me and as soon as I scooped him up into my arms the biggest smile would form on his sweet face.

I realized that this was the best gift that God could give me today. He gave me so much in this sweet interaction with my baby. He reminded me that I am so so so lucky to be a mom to these glorious babies. He reminded me that sometimes the simplest acts bring the most comfort. He made me stop and look around and reevaluate my attitude. Today could get better. It is never too late to turn it around.

So I, with the help of my babies turned it around. I called a couple friends and had some nice chats with my girls. I made brownies with Dolly. I kissed my little man’s precious face over and over again. I snuggled with husband on the couch. I watched the new Hart of Dixie.  And now I am off to bed and to thank the Lord once again for amazing little ones and for husband.

Our Heavenly Father and his beloved son are creators and have entrusted each of us with a portion of Their creative power.                                                                                                     David. A. Bednar