A Ray of Light Through the Darkness

The last few weeks have been a little rough for our family. It seems like we are getting hit with "bad" things at every turn. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about; these times come in cycles throughout life. We just happen to be in the middle of one right now. The good news is that it looks like we might be on our way out of the crazy cycle. Yay!

Sunday was another one of those days. Cole and I tried to go to church while we let Donny rest at home with his foot elevated (he broke his right heel bone about a week ago). We got off to a good start, had a decent breakfast, made it to church on time and found Cole's new class (he moved up to the next nursery). Everything was going smoothly. I sat down in church, made it through the first three songs and then my cell phone rings. It is the nursery coordinator calling me to come get my son. My sweet angel. I thought something terrible had happened. Afterall, we'd NEVER gotten a call from the nursery before. The thoughts running through my head were: Did he hurt himself? Did he hurt someone else? etc. I gathered up my things and left the church service to go see what the problem was. The nursery coordinator met me at the door of Cole's classroom and began to tell me that I had to take my son out of class because he had a runny nose. Not only was it a runny nose; the mucus had a slight yellow tint to it. (GASP!) He has no fever mind you, nor has he had one in months. I listened to her talk about the upcoming flu season and the swine flu...yada yada yada. I smiled, nodded, and attempted to take my son into church service with me. We sat in the back hoping not to be a distraction to anyone. We failed. When the songs were over and the pastor started to talk all you could hear was my sweet boy saying, "Be Quiet!" very loudly over and over again. I tried to distract him with crayons. You then heard, "ORANGE!, BLUE!". I thought to myself, "I only have one more trick up my Mommy sleeve and if this doesn't work, I don't know what I'm going to do." I reached into his bag and pulled out his snack. After eating a couple of goldfish and drinking his water he decided to let the whole church know how many goldfish he was eating, "One goldfish", "Two goldfish", "uh oh Mommy, dropped it." People were turning around in their seats and all I could see were hundreds of eyes looking at me. Needless to say, I grabbed up our things and took Cole home. I don't know if this bothered me so much because I was embarrassed or because it took me 30 minutes to get to church to only turn right back around and go home, or what but I choked back the tears all the way to my car. It was just another one of those days, I thought.

Anyhow, I needed some change. Some fun. A distraction. Donny agreed to accompany Cole and I to the park in our neighborhood and take us out for lunch. I'm so glad. After much prayer and My Love's little act of kindness my whole mood has changed. I am now able to see things in a new light. I am now free to be happy. Today is a much better day. Thank you, Love.