As I sit here comtemplating lifes oddities, I can't help but think about how a day started badly can only get better, right? Today started out as usual, my oldest son, Jarod, waking up right after daddy leaves for work and climbing into bed with me and drifting back to sleep. An hour or so later my youngest child Garrett decides it is time for the world to enjoy his presence and calls out to me in that lovely baby babble. I crawl out of bed and walk myself into his room to see his smiling face. After receiving my morning hug I set his little feet on the floor and off he goes to start his day of disaster. However before even making it out the bedroom door he stumbles, falls and head meets door frame in a horrific sound that makes any mother gasp. And with that starts his day of troubles. Its odd how you can predict the course of your day by how the first hour of the morning goes. Rounding the door frame headed for the living room, he trips on a dog and hits the floor, crying even harder this time. I lovingly pick him up and try to give him my motherly comfort as he struggles and wiggles himself to the ground. He finally makes it into the kitchen for his morning drink and breakfast. I fix a sippy cup hand it to him and it drops to the floor smashing one of those tender little toes. Looking at me and asking with those adorable water filled eyes "Why is this happening to me?" , I almost cry too. This time he accepts mommy's comforting hugs and kisses and rests his head on my shoulder. After awhile he continues his day with not much else going on at least for a little while. We went to the church so I could pay some of the church bills and file some paperwork, when it all started over again. Within 10 minutes of getting there, he had his next run in with the bad day fairy (as I like to call it). First he climbed in a chair, while trying to climb down from it he fell head first into the carpeted floor. Then later climbed back into the chair stood up and the chair feel backwards. Then he crawls to me for the comfort he knows makes everything better and upon standing smacks his head on a drawer of my desk. Frantic to pick my hurting child up I close the drawer and smash his fingers in the drawer. Grabbing him (feeling like the worse mother in the world by now) and holding him tight I can't help but wonder "Should we all go back to bed and try this morning thing again?" After a lengthy comforting and relaxing time and drinks of water for everyone, he walks himself to the middle of the room lays down on his back sticks his ever so faithful sucking fingers in his mouth and just lays there. A good 20 or 30 minutes later he is back on his rampage but no bad day fairy.
Sometimes I wonder if the bad day fairy is God saying "Hey, you should start your day with me!" Maybe my mornings will start with a prayer with my kids for God to watch over and protect us in everything we do. God did say let the children come to me. And you know, watching Garrett lie there today with his arm resting on his forhead makes me wonder, were he and God talking? Did my 1 year old child figure out for himself what took me a lifetime to figure out? A day without spending time with God just isn't worth me going on!
In God,
Jennifer
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