Elijah is my resident chef. He likes to help me cook and can make pizza dough all by himself now. Yesterday he made banana bread while I oversaw. Once it was in the oven I reminded him that he also had to clean everything up from cooking. He likes to “experiment” and had left a lot of egg shells and such in various places on the counter and table. Then there was the butter, the dishes and the measuring utensils to wash. As I directed him, in the background there were a few arguments that needed refereeing, a bottom that needed wiped, and the usual questions that needed answered. It was an hour and a half after everyone else had eaten lunch before I finally sat down to my peanut butter and banana toast. He must have noticed my weariness because he looked at me and said, You know, I guess that card is right: motherhood is not for wimps! You see, a few weeks ago a friend sent me a marvelous card with that saying on it. I didn’t even know he had read it, but Elijah pays attention to details when I least expect it. I just laughed. He always knows how to make me laugh.
There are plenty of days I want to give in to wimpy. I don’t like to be strong and hold it together all the time. Yet once I give in to those feelings, my life unwinds like a ball of yarn and tangles me up so. Like last week, when the oh-too-familiar “I really got hurt this time” cry met my ears from the front porch. Elsie held on to her arm and refused to let it go. An hour later, I dropped the other four kids off at my wonderful parents’ house and drove to the ER. Again. Elsie and I are becoming ER buddies. Turns out she has a buckle fracture in her wrist. After getting it splinted at the hospital she said, Everyone will be amazed! The next day we went to the orthopedic doctor where we discovered she needs a cute pink cast on it for four weeks. She described it as being: Cozy and comfortable but it hurts too. That’s how it feels. Elijah said, Elsie really looks good in a cast! You know, it really suits her!
On Sunday, Matthew and I were blessed to have an out-of-hospital date in the city! We ate at an incredible restaurant with some delightful friends. The view of Philadelphia was unbelievable. It almost felt like we were in an airplane. Even the elevator ride was fun!
The latest compilation of hilarious sleeping positions:
Last night was a hard one for Matthew. His throat has been stable, but was pretty tight again. This makes for little sleep for us both, and leaves a lot of room for trust. The water is rocky, but our Jesus is in the boat and He’s not going anywhere. Soon we will be able to rest. For now, there is no room for being wimpy.