30 March 2011
Quite a morning
Well, it's sure been quite a morning. Whew...I'm exhausted. Well, and a bit worried too. After me and my little one (18 mo.) took his big brothers to school, we went to Wal-mart to have the oil changed in the van and to do the grocery shopping. We were trying to get home by 10am, which is when nap time is. While we were walking into the Wa-mart service area, I tripped. Since I was carrying the baby, he fell too. I did my best to break his fall with myself, but he hit his little head and got all scraped up on his forehead. I felt so horrible about it. I'm kinda clumsy and used to being bruised and bumped, but I don't want to hurt others too. He cried a lot, but I fixed him up, and he was okay after he got his pacifier. But the scrape has swollen and he has a bump on his head. It makes me hurt just to look at it, even though he doesn't really seem to notice. I feel guilty for accidentally hurting him. This is the part of motherhood that always suprises me - the intensity of emotion. I feel more hurt for my children then I ever do for myself, whether it's emotional pain or physical. This always takes me by suprise. Yet, it usually helps remind me of my heavenly Father's love for me. I know from His word that he loves my children more than I do. I also know he loves me that much too. So, I can't imagine the intensity of emotion he feels when I'm hurt or struggling for any reason. It staggers the imagination. It also shows how steadfastly he will care for me, too.