Thoughts

So, I've been a little silent here lately. I have to admit that I've been down about this whole broken foot/being on crutches thing. But I've been thinking about how small an inconvenience it is in comparison to the plight of others. For instance, my friend's sister just had to have surgery to remove a brain tumor. She had to leave her young daughter in the care of family members while she underwent a potentially life-threatening procedure and is now recovering but in a lot of pain. And then there is my friend who just brought her 9 month old daughter home from the hospital after surgery to repair the bones of her skull that fused prematurely. She is now recovering at home but is no longer nursing, which could compromise her recovery.

Instead of wallowing in my enforced laziness I should be extending my energies praying for these people. Instead of being bitter about my limitations I should be grateful that I am only dealing with minor inconveniences. Instead of complaining about the change in my circumstances I should be looking for the silver lining in them: my kids have had to learn to be more helpful and get along better and entertain themselves more imaginitively. I have had to learn to accept help from others and I have seen the goodness of so many people through this, especially my husband. Luke has really stepped up these past weeks. He's always been an involved father and a helpful and considerate husband but he has gone above and beyond and done it most willingly. I am so grateful to him.

So, in other words, I need to get my eyes off of myself.

This past week has been long interesting. I have been focusing on convincing Lily that she is indeed a big girl. You may remember me saying last summer that she was potty training. Well, she did and was successful for a short while. Then she decided that she just wasn't into the whole growing up thing so reverted to doing baby-ish things. We have had a year-long potty battle. This week I decided to pull out the big guns and end the war (hopefully). She has been 'stuck' in the kitchen for most of the week. It's part discipline and part protection for the carpets and furniture. It seems to be working. Getting out of the kitchen has been good motivation for her to do the big-girl thing. I just pray that it is lasting.

I have been upgraded to a boot that I'm still not suppose to walk on but can at least be removed. Oh, what a relief! A couple more weeks and all should be well.

P.S. Could you also be praying for the people I mentioned above?