Friday morning, October 19, 2012, started with a bang! A big time bang! And believe me, I KNOW bangs! Those adrenaline packed episodes that take you from high-alert status to limp as a dishrag…no more energy installments until tomorrow – maybe – kind of days! Our oldest son has severe food allergies and struggles with migraines from time to time. He stayed home from school because he was dealing with a major headache. Around noon, I needed to run an errand and Jackson was feeling better, so we decided to make a quick trip to the store. Picture this, we are riding down the interstate and Jackson says, “Mom, my headache is back and I really need some medication NOW!!!! LIKE NOW!!!!” Now, as life would have it, this girl had just changed her purse and couldn’t find the Tylenol or Advil that I KNEW I put in my purse. We limped into the store, because he couldn’t be left in the van, and boy were we a sight! Jackson has his head in his hands because the light is hurting his eyes and he is PANICKING because he is afraid that he might throw up. Elliot is along for the ride and is picking up everything in the store on the way back to the medication. I opened the Advil in the aisle, gave Jackson some…..ran up to the register to pay for it…..get him settled in the van and back on the interstate when I hear, “Mom, I can’t help it! I’m about to throw up!” So…..I pull off of I-459 (a very busy interstate here in our town) and help him. We survive all of this and make it back home (Mommy is kicking herself the whole way for trying to venture out of the house!).
The boys lay low and take their naps. While they are napping, this mom decides to scrub her kitchen floors. You know, not just mop, I mean DEEP CLEAN AND SCRUB these floors and boy, was I proud!!! I was beaming. I kept looking at them and saying, “Wow, this feels really good!!! Clean floors!!!” I sit down for a few minutes and drink a lovely cup of coffee and you guessed it, the boys woke up. “Mommy, can we play outside for a few minutes? I am feeling much better?” I questioned this for about 15 seconds, and then decided that this was a PERFECT idea! Clean floors….boys occupied….yummy coffee…..absolutely wonderful. It was almost 5:00 and it was time to cook supper. As I am chopping veggies, I look down at the floor to my right and see cowboy boots……muddy cowboy boots……I breathe deeply and the following conversation occurs:
Mommy: “Oh my!!! What are you doing? These floors are clean!!!”
Jackson: “Mommy, you must come see! We just hit water!”
Mommy: “You did what?”
Jackson: “We just hit water….you have to come see!!!!”
I walk outside and to my absolute horror I see my three year old…sitting in a hole….all I see is from his head down to his shoulders……COVERED IN MUD (or was it mud??)…..when I say covered, I mean ABSOLUTELY COVERED – like blonde hair is now brown!! HE WAS SITTING IN A HOLE! I run to see what damage was done and realize that this hole was not just any hole, it was a hole that they had dug OVER THE SEPTIC TANK!!!!!! THEY WERE COVERED IN YUCKINESS!!!!!! I am ashamed to admit it, but one of the first thoughts that popped into my mind was, “OH MY SOUL!!!! THAT ISN’T MUD ON MY FLOOR…..IT’S (you know what)!!!!!”
When Jonathan, my husband drove up in the driveway, he said it looked like a complete war zone. Four cowboy boots were thrown all over the driveway. “Mud” was ALL over the concrete and he heard this hysterical mother trying to hose her children off in the shower (might I add that the closest bathroom was the guest bathroom and guess what color the shower curtain is??? You guessed it…..white!! Thank the Lord for bleach!)
This is one of those days, that now, a week later I am finally laughing about our adventure. In the heat of the moment, I wasn’t exactly laughing. Later that night, I was reminded that these are the moments that make memories! Memories that no one can take away! Memories that make me so glad that the Lord placed these two precious boys in my life! I am so thankful to the Lord for allowing me to be their mom!
My heart is reminded that there is no “ordinary day” in the life of a child. Each day is more precious than the last. Moments like these add up to make the whole of life. What can I do but lean hard on the Lord to guide me as my heart swings on the parenting pendulum from migraines to septic tank…..and whatever else the Lord allows in our lives.
This childlike behavior reminds me of some thoughts my Dad brought to our church Sunday:
We should be childlike in the way we receive others.
Forgive easily – Children can be fighting one minute and loving and playing together sweetly the next. Adults tend to hold onto disagreements and prejudices.
Do nothing for spiritual status – Do I consider myself better than someone else around me?
Do I compare myself with others? The Bible clearly reminds us of how unwise this is.
Do I glory in talents, assets, abilities, degrees?
Be thankful for the “No” answers the Lord sends our way. They are for our good.
Beg the Lord for wisdom and guidance daily – we have not arrived!
We should be childlike in the way we receive our Savior.
Make sure He is your Lord and Savior! It just takes the faith of a little child to receive him.
Our homes should receive Him with the utmost respect and esteem. He is our unseen guest!
Is there anything in my home or life that I would be ashamed of if the Lord were sitting at my supper table? He is there!!!
Is Christ honored and glorified in all that we do?
Am I as concerned about teaching my children the things of the Lord as I am about how clean my kitchen floors are?
May the Lord help us all as we serve Him in our corner of the vineyard!