I am a firm believer that a series of unfortunate events is almost always followed up by some much-needed peace in the heart. So, clearly this past week is an indication that good things are coming our way. In the past week, my son has had another big injury, the arm this time, I have fallen out of bed (yes, really) reinjuring my already-injured wrist, and tripped off the concrete step in our garage in my socks, only to curl all of my toes under my foot and land on them with my full body weight. What a pair Gavin and I were that night as my one-armed, 16-year-old had to drive me to the ER and try to maneuver a wheelchair for his broken mom to check in. The ER was so overcrowded, we ended up at urgent care (for the third time this week) and he literally had to “hop” me to the door in the pouring rain. Not. even. kidding. Blessedly, nothing is broken, but surgery on my wrist is now pretty inevitable (I’ve been stalling, but no more) and I’m in a boot thingy until the ugly, green bruises and sausage toes return to normal. Gav’s wrestling season is over and he will miss the beginning of lacrosse season…again. HAPPY NEW YEAR! I’m so glad it’s the weekend!
Honestly, my last post was about allowing yourself to press pause during the holidays. As it turns out, my December was quite possibly the busiest December I’ve ever had in my life, despite the pauses I did take. And guess what? I survived. As of yesterday, I wrapped up all of those looming deadlines as I laid in bed with ice on my foot, snuggling my dogs. We did put up the tree and even ornaments this year, and though it was bittersweet, I am glad we did. On our Christmas morning, Dan, Gav, and I pulled out the slips of paper with memories of Noah from his stocking and read them to each other over monkey bread and coffee. On Christmas Day, I went to see my mother, uncle, and grandparents at our local cemetery, something I do every year, and frankly I was glad we made the decision to keep Noah with us until we find our forever home. On New Year’s Day, we made our traditional cabbage rolls and watched football, and now here we are, still kickin’.
Today, I played catch up on my podcasts, worked on my entrepreneurial coursework for a conference I’m attending this month, and snuggled more doggies. That’s my version of peace. Wishing the tribe a peaceful New Year in spite of all of our series of unfortunate events. Life can’t be perfect all the time or we wouldn’t appreciate the good stuff when it comes.