day seventy-four: slow and steady
I watch my son now trying to stand. He leans on his crutches like they are his friends and enemies all at the same time. He fills the hallway as he makes his way from the living room to his makeshift bedroom which has been temporarily transplanted to the den across the hall from me and Geo. Labored breathing and a stubborn, dragging right leg that is resisting work.Today we went out for a couple of hours. A nice sunny drive in the car to let some living air brush against him. Two weeks indoors can almost turn someone stale, and even a little mad.
Tomorrow a bath and church. A little nourishment for the patient, to help him grow again. My heart hurts for him, but the healing is coming along, and my boy is starting to percolate again.
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You know, one of the things that I learn in the temple is S L O W progress. It's hard to be patient enough to appreciate the growth that is so slow we almost don't see it.
Sounds like you are doing everything just right!
Oh dear Kazzy, am I that big of a "flake" for a bloggy friend. What happened to your son??? How did I miss that story.
I am sure his drive and getting out of the house was wonderful for him.
Prayers for a speedy recovery.
and as for the "grandma sweater" every day it seems I do something that puts me further and further into the "grannie's lost her mind" category. (at least my kids keep telling me that)
I'm glad he's getting out and getting some fresh air. Our YW lesson was on the slow and steady aspect of setting goals today. It was nice to have you confirm it.
1I'm glad he's up and feeling better
Stale--yes! I love it! I guess I should be getting my nearly agoraphobic big guy out of the house more often. Maybe he would be more palatable if I did. :)
How hard it is when our little ones have hurts that can't be healed with a kiss and a bandaid. And how inspiring it is to see you handling the situation with such grace.
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