Being a parent means accepting that with every good comes a not-so-good.
It has been six weeks since my 7yo son broke his arm. We’ve waited for the day of his 6-week appointment since that day.
I naively thought it would be an exciting, fun day.
He only has 2 soccer games left this season, and I thought he’d get the A-OK to finally play. Hooray!
I thought I could treat them to Starbucks for the occasion. Delicious!
I thought we’d hang Halloween decorations when we got home. WooHoooo!
I was wrong.
After much rushing, we did (miraculously) make it to the appointment on time!
While we waited in the exam room, my daughter kept farting. She does this at every doctor’s appointment. Poo was imminent. I made her wait. This did not go over well.
The orthopedist was pleased with how well he’s healing, and said he no longer needs to wear his sling. He doesn’t even need physical therapy!
But he can’t play soccer for 6 more weeks. Or do sports in gym.
My 5yo was able to make it to the bathroom in time to poop, without interrupting the appointment!
I had to press my face against the crack in the door of the miniscule bathroom to gasp in oxygen depleted by her Walnut Poo of Destruction. That stench is still clinging to my favorite coat.
They were so good all the way to Starbucks!
My 5yo lost her mind as we were leaving, because she couldn’t have banana chips AND a scone. There was physical removal of a child from the doorway as patrons tried to exit/enter.
I had the Halloween decorations piled and ready to display!
There was so much homework, we plumb ran out of time (Halloween is in 5 days, people).
It seemed like every Good Thing had a Bad attached, which could be enough to make someone want to throw in the towel.
Make a parent skip the Bedtime Story and rush the kisses Goodnight.
But for me, I know.
I know there is much worse. I have lived Much Worse.
I know the downs follow ups, but the ups follow downs.
I know that we’re all trying to get along, three different personalities changing, crashing, being…trying.
I know that I will always spend my days with my fists unclenched because the tips of my fingers hold the sweet feeling of the soft curves of their cheeks as they smile.
My nose holds tight to the individual warm perfume of the spot behind their necks I love to smooch until they laugh.
My stomach swoons like a balloon filled with butterflies from witnessing so many amazing, everyday feats by two little people full of surprises.
I know how good I have it now, how lucky I am to be in a place where I make decisions and get loved anyway.
I know how happy I can be, because I can be myself and everyone who loves me can forgive me when it’s not pretty.
I know how it can change in a heartbreaking second, so I should drink it all in while I can.
So I do.
This week a beloved fellow blogger is facing the unimaginable:
she lost her 11yo daughter in a car crash.
We don’t know what to do for her, but we want to raise funds
to assist in taking care of the practical
while Bridget and her family deal with the impossible.
If you would like to learn more or give either a cash donation or prayer/hope/kind thought, please click here for the WITH LOVE FOR DOTTER fundraiser.