I saw it coming. I screamed, knowing the outcome.
There was simply nothing I could do to stop it.
Today Noah, for the first time, was thrilled to play in his walker. We put on this shoes and ventured outside. The sun was shining, Dixie was dancing around. It was a scene right out of Norman Rockwell.
Until it happened.
I had come inside early and Mark and Noah followed. The walker and Dixie were still outside. I unchained her and grabbed the walker the only way I could. It wasn't ideal, I was holding on to the removable toy attachment.
We, Dixie, me, and the walker, came in the front door only to be greeted by a smiling Noah on all fours.
That's when it happened. The removable attachment gave way. In a split second my mind realized the next event would happen without me being able to control it at all.
The walker, my son...
The walker fell on Noah's head...his head.
Not his arm.
Not his leg.
My precious baby's head.
He screamed.
And screamed.
I felt numb.
I am still numb.
I came to the internet. I checked a friend's blog...no new post...I was hoping...
I went to a favorite site...Mom and Loving It
Right there...
Life is full of frustrations and challenges. The good news - “…his compassions never fail. They are new every morning.” Lamentations 3:23
Then, on my iGoogle page, "But he gives us more grace." James 4:6
When human hands and arms can't comfort, I find comfort in those words.
Noah is doing fine.
A goose egg.
A large scrape.
As for me, this mother's heart is still being healed...by the Great I Am.
1 comment:
Angie--Isn't so wonderful that even though your arms dropped the walker it was your arms he wanted to comfort him? Motherhood is full of impending mishaps but great is his faithfulness. Your hands have nothing but love for Noah!!! You're the best mom I already know. You're so incredibly compassionate. Noah will never feel unloved by you!
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