People would say it about me when Ellie was itty-bitty and being worn in the sling and I was busy doing something other than holding her. Like getting groceries, pushing kids on bikes, drinking coffee, sweeping and mopping, holding Maggie's hand or holding someone elses's baby. It just helps me get things done and it's easier, more practical and tons more comfortable than actually holding her...even now.
Lots of people are amazed that I'm moving to Georgia and will be able to survive without my parents two miles away. I'm amazed too.
If you knew me in real life before I was married you would have thought I would have figured out a way to build a house smack in the middle of the yard between my parents' and my sister's houses. Instead, I moved an hour away and after a couple of (tough and homesick) years made Sanford my home. Then fast forward nine years and we made a move back to my hometown and built a house two miles from my family. Living near my family and buying this house were the only two things we felt sure were positive changes. After 18 months here, they have remained the most positive things and you can add our church to that list too. We haven't really enjoyed the area, but we weren't exactly hoping to move. Sometimes opportunities come up and you think that they may be best for your long term goals.
When things seem so overwhelming I try to focus on the positive things, but it is not always easy. I am at peace with moving because I have prayed through sleepless nights and worried until I can't worry anymore.
Things have happened that have put it all in perspective and let me know that the world is not big enough to keep me from my family.
When I went to pick Ellie up in the nursery after Awana on Wednesday, one of the ladies (Lisa) told me she had gotten hurt. I told her it wasn't a big deal as I was getting Ellie's things together and asked Ellie (who was playing like a wild child) if she had a boo boo. Then Lisa said it wasn't that kind of boo boo and told me that she'd been bitten by another child. I've been around long enough to know that bites happen. I still didn't really have a reaction and just told Lisa that it was okay. I could tell that she had been worried and was relieved that I wasn't mad or upset. She said that all of the ladies had been trying to decide who had to tell me. Lisa had spent the past hour worrying about how I might react because another child had taken a little bite of Ellie's forehead while they were hugging. They said what made it even worse for them is that Ellie is always so sweet and polite. (They always say that she's "polite" which cracks me up because I know how loud she can squeal when she doesn't want to share with her sister!) The little teeth marks were gone by the next afternoon and Ellie didn't seem to mind at all.
As we were all leaving the nursery, Lisa's son came in and I complimented him on his new mohawk. The one that he had been asking for...for months. He doesn't know that his mom finally let him have a mohawk because he has to have half of his head shaved before his brain surgery on Wednesday.
Seeing his sweet face that was so proud of that mohawk was one more reminder that moving and having bite marks on your baby's head isn't that big of a deal at all.
Please pray for Zach. His surgery is scheduled for Wednesday morning.
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Will definitely say a prayer for Zach and your family. Perspective...and blessings...f
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