7 hours of Doctor Visits and a Broken Arm

I never thought I'd have my 19 month-old baby break his arm. But that is just what happened. This has been a crazy week. I had a close call with a car accident, several sleepless nights, and we spent seven hours at doctor's offices today and came home with a beautiful blue cast.

I usually don't write about my personal life on this blog. But I am a real person, who sometimes feels that she isn't the best mommy; who often doesn't do her laundry or the dishes; who gets caught up in things that don't really matter; and who has moments where I realize what is important and what really matters.

This week has been full of those kinds of moments. Because of my beliefs,
tough situations become easier for me to handle. I don't know when my little guy broke his arm. He is a rough-n-tough little guy who is always climbing and always falling. I pick him up several times a day to comfort and hold him. And then it is back to business for him, playing and getting into everything. He must have a strong tolerance for pain.

I could blame myself, and (in a way I do), for being a bad mommy, and not watching him more carefully. I could wallow and feel sorry for the tough situations that surround me. OR I can realize it will all be O.K. His arm will heal with time. The situations that surround me will change and get better. God is in charge and He will take care of us.

I am grateful for these moments in life, when we are forced to stop, look to God, and realize what the most important things in our lives really are. As I look back on these years, I don't want to remember the "crafty crap" I made- it won't be cute in several years anyway. :) I want to remember the cherished moments where my children said something funny, smiled and giggled, and gave me hugs and kisses. I want to be there to experience all the joys these little ones bring into my life. These are the things I will cherish forever.