As a two year old he slipped off the edge of a relatives pond... wearing rubber rain boots, it was spring... he was in and under the water in a matter of seconds... our cousin jolted into 'Bay Watch' mode & rescued him .... he has taken private swim lessons many weeks of every summer since.... the stories could go on and on....
He has a scary high pain tolerance.... so, when he cries, I know he is hurt... he doesn't cry wolf like his elder brother....
Monday I was digging out hostas & lilies that had become so massive, they were blocking the sprinkler stream... hogging the hydration.
I dropped the spade and sprinted around back. My youngest was laying on the patio, at the top of a brick stairway leading to our basement... clutching his left arm... a steel lawn chair resting on it's side at the bottom ...
I sat him up & tried to get the facts about what had happened... after piecing together info from the fallen and his elder brother, the witness...
My youngest had flipped the patio chair over the edge... fell to the bottom of the stairs... chair landing atop his 45 pound body.
He climbed out from under the chairs weight & ascended the stairs on hands & knees. He held his left arm, it sported a 6 inch lesion, but he complained it hurt "inside"...
Our doctor had just had a baby, her husband (a Dr. too) also out for the week, no one lined up to cover their patients... off to the Urgent Care we went.
Urgent Care, what an oxymoron (thanks Mrs. Carter for teaching me this literary term over two decades ago).... there is absolutely nothing urgent about it, no speed, no rapidness.... a two hour wait loomed between us & my son's arm being treated... in the mean time I gave him some ibuprofen & we listened to books on mp3 ... "Magic Tree House" adolescent novels by Mary Pope Osborn.
When Dr. Todd finally took a look... manipulated my son's wrist, elbow, triceps & biceps.... applying pressure and concluded he was 'absolutely fine.' The ibuprofen had worked it's magic... a summer spent sporting a cast averted.... and my son had used up another of his 9-lives.
I have always been worried about him. How he would find his way in this world... As a mom, I felt so accountable for him...
Over the past 10 months I had to let the worry, the dotting, the anxiety that filled my gut every time I thought about him in the care & company of others .... I had to lay those emotions that were seriously rattling my cage, at the foot of the cross.
New Living Translation - Hebrews 2:13
13 He (Jesus) also said,
“I will put my trust in him,”
that is, “I and the children God has given me.”
The Lord reminded me that I am not in control... He is... He is the master mind behind all things... all beings... He has plans for each and every one of us... He is only using me as an instrument in my son's lives... they are on loan to me to raise, as the Lord sees fit.... as He orchestrates the kingdom life he has planned for them, since the beginning of time....
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My husband had rushed home when I called him to report the 'accident'... I needed him to take our oldest son to his swim lesson. Our youngest said, "I'm sorry dad." My husband replied, "It's okay buddy, I knew the day would come that we would have a broken bone."
... and our youngest answered, "I just didn't know it would be today."
Friends ... we never really know what the future holds... so trust in Him and the grand plans he has for His children...
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