Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Everyday Life: He's going to be OK

"Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates." Deuteronomy 6:5-8

As I'm stirring the trail mix at the stove, I catch a glimpse of E. trying to climb atop the table from the chair he'd already conquered.

I placed the spatula on the counter and walked toward him.

"E.," I begin, "you cannot climb on the ta--"

Feet slip.

Chin hits the table.

Head cracks against the chair

Little body crashes to the floor.

Moment of stunned silence.
"Are you OK, baby?" I screech as I scoop his up his stunned body.

He answers with an intense, gut-wrenching scream.

And then the blood.

It drips from his wailing mouth.

I begin tearing, trying to carefully inspect his mouth, searching for teeth that may have been knocked out of his little gums.

But with a hysterical, shaking toddler flailing his limbs, I cannot see anything except for blood.

So I nurse him.

Through wails, he sucks.

A tiny voice sounds from the kitchen doorway.

"What happened to my baby, mommy?"

I brush him off, trying to call my hubby so I can ask if he thinks I should take E. to the immediate care center.

Three-year-old G. wanders over to us, shaken and pats E.'s back as E. nurses while I try to explain, breathlessly, what's happened.

John says to check E. out after he nurses.

E., now just barely whimpering, breaks from nursing long enough to show me the blood is still flowing.

G. a little more forcefully says, "Is he OK, mommy?"

"I think so, honey." I say, exhaling a deep, stressed breath.

"Are you OK, mommy?" he ventures.

"I'm just a little scared," I say.

"We should pray for E., mommy."

"Would you pray for him?" I ask.

G. comes over to his brother, who is still nursing, puts his hand on E.'s back and prays the sweetest, most sincere words my heart has ever heard.

"Dear God, please take care of E. and help him to feel better. Amen," he says.

My heart stirs and tears drip from my eyes, but this time it's not out of fear and frustration, rather it's from the tender wisdom of a 3-year-old heart.

My fear melts. I rebalance.

And I ponder in my heart my oldest son's gentle spirit, his compassion, thankful that all the times we've spent coming to Chrit's feet have impressed his heart.

And I'm not just assured that E. will be all right; I'm also pretty sure my first baby is going to be all right, too.



Happy Thanksgiving, friends. I hope you have the most blessed day, filled with counting your blessings and remembering His provisions.

16 comments:

  1. brought me to tears, especially after some events and conversations that unfolded at our house tonight. These little people. That they are in our charge? Man oh man...the wisdom that flies from their mouths when you are least expecting it.

    Happy thanksgiving, Hy.

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  2. Bless you and your family. I hope baby E is alright...

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  3. G's gentle heart and the love that poors out of him makes me smile..he's an amazing little boy with a wonderful family.
    And once again your writting, stories and thoughts are chicken soup for my soul. Thank you for that I enjoy reading your blog so much. I hope baby E is feeling better too :-)

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  4. So sweet. Don't you just love a child's view of life. So simple and to the point. :)

    Have a wonderful Thanksgiving sweetie!

    ♥tam

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  5. Oh, you are raising just the right kind of son! One who trusts in His Father to fix the hurts and mend the hearts of those he loves. Bless you and your little family.

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  6. Oh, those boys -- they WILL be okay. So much more than okay. You're the kind of mama I want my daughters' future husbands to have raising them. (Did that make any sense?)

    Hugs and kisses to baby E! I hope he's perfectly fine!

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  7. Oh, so beautiful and sweet that G is! Brought a little tear to my eye! Happy Thanksgiving!

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  8. SO sweet! And you made me cry! Glad he is going to be ok!

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  9. Oh, Hy! Those moments are so scary! We have quite a few of them around here...one actually did result in the loss of Layla's front tooth! But, my, how your family has all your eggs in just the right basket! I hope E is feeling better! xo

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  10. What a sweet boy.... (both of them!) So sorry for the scare, but what beautifully messy moments to be thankful for.

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  11. I'm glad E is okay, and so impressed by G's wisdom and faith.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.

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  12. Oh that is always so scary and EVERYthing from the head bleeds so much. Eek. So glad that he turned out ok, and G is SUCH a great boy. I love how you're raising both your children. Happy Thanksgiving!

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  13. What an amazing little boy. You are so blessed with such a wonderful family.

    Was baby E OK?

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  14. What a sweet little blessing. You must be doing something right mama! :) I'm glad your bebe is doing better... and you!

    hugs!

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  15. That is so sweet! And boys mouths bleed a lot (and so do foreheads just for future reference)

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