The temperature finally got up to 70 degrees for the second time this year. I know for those of you who live in other parts of the country you’re still dreaming of 60’s. But for this southern girl who’s motto is “the hotter the better” all winter long I lament the fact that I’m not blessed enough to live in Texas. A day in the 70’s sets my attitude straight.
I pulled in the driveway at 5:00 coming back from the grocery store – my favorite thing to do 30 minutes before we’re supposed to eat dinner. EG runs out the door with her daddy behind, and right before she gets to the grass she busts it on the driveway. Yes, there was a smidgen of blood.
John’s great with EG, but at this stage in the girl’s life she wants her mama when anything traumatic happens. The tears flooded which led to no chance of a real dinner with like meat and vegetables. Instead there was peanut-butter toast between her daddy and me on the sofa.
After she ate a half of piece of toast and one slice of bread (I don’t know where she got the carb addiction because mine’s only in the form of refined sugar in a chocolate-chip cookie) and I finally got her to try walking again, she realized we were going upstairs to get in the bath. Where water will hit her scrape.
The tears came again, along with coercing through the promise of not only one Hello Kitty Band-Aid for her knee but also one for her finger because why not? Every finger needs a Band-Aid to match its knee bling.
Bath time ended and EG limped into her bedroom. Yes, limped. She’s only 2 years and 4 months old. I have no idea how she learned to limp.
Then there was the flashback of me asking God specifically for a girl. For such a time as this. I guess I felt like I could do drama. I know drama.
So I swooped her up in my lap and rocked her, singing all of her favorites – “You Better Watch Out”, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”, and “The National Anthem” (that’s her daddy’s doing) – and treated her first scrape of the season like the most life-altering event of her life. Because, praise be to God, it might just be.
I reminded her who we go to with any and every problem, we prayed to Jesus to heal her scrape and comfort her, and we thanked Him for being able to come to Him with even scrapes.
Her daddy came up to put her in the bed. He said she refused to lay on her stomach. Her knee against the mattress may just make the bleeding start again.
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