So Im on book #8 (at least) since wrecking my foot last Friday. If I cant run, I may as well read, apparently. All the constant reading (because I cant sleep much either) is messing with my eyes...theres this haze to everything. Its been frustrating and headache inducing, but it birthed this thankfulness in me that Im not sure I can explain in the way it deserves. It reminded me of driving into Tulsa one smoggy, foggy morning and being disappointed that I couldnt see the skyline clearly. I wanted to see the big picture, but instead I could only see what we were closest to, and focusing on the up close unveiled sights Id have completely overlooked if the skies had been clear and bright. Amazing architecture and just some quirky cool features on smaller buildings Id looked right past a hundred times before. The haze wasnt there to take something away from me, but rather to gift me with what Id been missing. This last several days Ive spent a whole lot of time sitting around with my colorful foot propped up and my sweet Seth insistent on my entertainment skillz. If you know me well, youll not be surprised that after 5 days of this, Im feeling restless and a bit touched out not being able to escape the boy that regards me as his own jungle gym. Earlier today, the thought crossed my mind that Seth had not spent one single moment of the day so far NOT touching me. Even in his sleep! He was either in my lap or near me with his head, hand, or foot on me in some way (usually on my face). My personal space issues sighed a deep sigh but before I could mentally join in on the small complaint, tears filled my eyes as the memory of the very first time he reached out and touched me flooded my memory. He was at least 2 yrs old. We were in the backyard, just off the porch steps. I was standing next to his stroller. We were watching everyone else play ball and I felt a tiny hand graze my leg. As a mom of 7, why would I even notice that kind of thing anymore? But the touch was unfamiliar and got my attention. I looked down and my world changed seeing Seth reaching for me...Im not even sure I realized hed never reached for me before that moment... After reliving that moment again today, I see my sprained foot (sporting lovely autumnal colors today) in the same light as the haze...thank God for momentarily forcing me to focus on whats right in front of my face...or, as evidenced by my very true to life profile pic, right ON my face. I cant tell you that Ill never again wish for a tiny little respite from being constantly climbed on or from little toes stuck in my face as he lays beside me sucking his thumb, but FOR TODAY Im reminded of how amazing the right here, right now is.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 02:00:09 +0000
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