( This pic. of our once squeaky clean, super happenin'g pool......a pretty good indicator of our lives right now!) It pours....
...and we're getting flooded.
I remember the first week of June, the last week of school, as if it were yesterday. The week was alive with festivities; Avery graduated from Kindergarten, Payton sang "Soul Sister" in the school's talent show, the girls ran their hearts out at the jog a
thon, showed off for their grand parents at field day, and said good-bye to teachers and friends at the last day school parties. I remember it so well......because
I MISSED all of it. I was laid up in bed, worrying about my new, tiny baby boy in the
NICU, while the simple, happy, ordinary events of life went on without me. It sounds silly, but tougher than the pain from surgery, for this mama, was not being there with my girls and missing
ALL their events.
School started back last week. It seemed eerily too soon to be resuming. As I walked the girls into the building, 10 minutes late, with Owen, who had fallen and scraped his knees in the parking lot, crying in my arms, I felt overwhelmed. The same strange feelings that crept inside the last week of school, were lurking, and our world was once again, turned upside down. This time, instead of me being laid up in bed worrying about Max, it was Bob, laid up in the hospital who had me worried.
You see, Bob had been really sick and in a lot of pain for weeks. After a series of misdiagnosis' from doctors, we finally went to the ER where they admitted him. They found a muscle tear behind his knee, which bled and created a cavity the size of an orange, which became extremely infected. After an entire week in the hospital and three surgeries later, he is finally home. Although he must travel the rough road to recovery, compared to the terrible weeks that led up to the hospital, we're thinking it should be downhill from here.
So, my original plan was to describe the mess our lives have become because of all of this. I was going to vent about how exhausted I was staying up all night with Max and then trying to hold down the fort by myself.....kids to school, soccer, swimming, etc. making meals, cleaning, and doing laundry. Then when the kids finally hit their pillows at night I was staying up super late working, staring at that computer until my eyelids became so heavy even toothpicks couldn't hold em' up. All this, only to to start the next day and do it
ALL over again. Yup, I was grasping desperately, holding on tight, trying to keep my head above WATER. And although at times I felt
tough, most of those times, I felt....... I was failing miserably.
Then I decided, "This post isn't going to be an invitation to my pity party."
You see, I was recently told by someone wise to find thanks in all things. I discovered that even in our trials, if we shine the flashlight of our attention on what's good instead of what's not, there are wonderful things to be found.
I found that I have amazing friends and family who love us enough to sacrifice their own lives and time to HELP US. Their love and generosity during this tough time for me, has buoyed me up, kept me sane, and taught me incredible lessons of compassion. I have been amazed at all the service that has been rendered to our family, through this trial and also with Max's birth. My eyes are swimming as I type, I feel an overwhelming amount of love for the people in our lives, and am truly, so appreciate of them.
I also found that I have a lot to learn about serving. I've learned that when someone is in need, not to ask anymore what I can do to help, but find out what they need.....and like the old Nike slogan, "JUST DO IT!" I'm also going to hold tight to all those people who bring joy to my life, because of them, we're making it!
And so I'm going to let the memories of the last few months fade like my kid's summer tans. I'll continue to find happiness in the simple things, like an afternoon soda from Sonic, blasting my favorite songs on the radio, and a phone conversation with a good friend. And most of all, I'm going to look forward to good times ahead, like fall, my favorite season, and all the exciting things it brings.
And I most certainly can't think of fall without getting anxious for college football, and that reminds me of something I heard a coach on ESPN say the other night. He remarked, "Life, like football, is a TEAM sport." I thought about that a lot. I think he's right. We're all players in this game, and it isn't what we have that matters, but WHO we have. If we would stop wasting our time and energy on the trivial things and focus mostly on building the relationships with all the WHO'S in our lives by helping, serving, and loving them......
WE WOULD ALL BE VICTORIOUS!
