Mama's Little Hero
Two weeks ago I broke my ankle. I had just put my kids to bed and I was
walking down the stairs. I heard/felt a
pop and tumbled down the last five steps.
I’ve sprained my ankle before in much the same way- just walking down the
steps. I think I initially sprained it this
time but then it broke as I tumbled.
When I landed at the bottom of the stairs, I looked down at my foot and saw
it was pointed the wrong way. It was
gnarly. I was near panic. I was home
alone with the kids (hubs was on his way home from Salt Lake City but wouldn’t arrive
at the house for another couple of hours).
My phone was in the other room. I
was in excruciating pain and had no way to get help. I screamed for Trey and he came running to save
his mama. Looking back at Trey’s 5 years
in my arms, he has played this role many times.
My Trey is so brave.
He came to my rescue and got my phone so I could call around to get
help. He saw that I was shaking so he
brought me blankets. He saw that I was
uncomfortable so he brought pillows. He
even pulled up his chair so he could sit with me and I could rest my foot on
the chair. He got my wallet out of the
diaper bag so I would be ready for the paramedics. He unlocked the door for my friend Amanda
when she arrived. I think I was laying on
the floor waiting for help for about an hour.
But Trey was by my side the whole time.
He never cried. He was strong and
brave. Having him there kept me
calm. I knew I couldn’t freak out
because he was watching. He needed to know
that I was ok. I think being aware of
that kept me from passing out from the pain.
As I was reflecting on this experience a few days later, I
realized that Trey has done this for me before.
Trey was due on January 11th, 2013. However, I had a scare on December 25th,
2012. Denny had just left on an international
flight. Thankfully, his parents were here
for Christmas. They were packing up to
leave as I discovered that I needed to go to the hospital. They rushed me to the hospital and got me
checked in. Once I was checked in, they
left so I could have privacy for the dr’s examination. I was so scared. I was terrified of labor. I
was terrified that I would have to go through this without Denny. I even told the nurse that I was not having
this baby tonight so they needed to figure out a way to stop labor. She was kind, but she laughed at me.
I remember being alone in that hospital room, praying. I remember talking to Trey and telling him
how much I loved him. I’ll never forget
the sense of peace that washed over me as I focused on his heartbeat on the
monitor. Hearing his heartbeat made me realize
that I wasn’t alone. My boy was with
me. With his presence, I could be brave.
That was my first real parenting moment- those moments when you have to take a
deep breath and stay calm for the benefit of the child.
I have grown so much since having Trey. Its amazing how much having kids will change
you. I’ve always been timid and shy. It was Trey that brought confidence out in
me. I can be brave because he is
brave. I've gotten many comments about how positive my attitude has been through this healing process. The reason for my positive attitude? Trey. Seeing Trey be so caring and loving brings me
so much joy. A couple days ago I was in
a lot of pain and so I was back in my bedroom. Trey came to check on me and
said “do you need anything mom?” My
heart just melted. My little 5 year old
boy wanted to take care of me.
Being a parent is a huge responsibility. Taking care of these kiddos is a lot of
work. But then the day comes when they
want to take care of you. That’s enough
to knock you off your feet- even the broken ones. I had a tshirt made for Trey. It says “mama’s little hero”. I’m so proud of Trey. He is caring and sweet, always looking out
for others. He loves to be a
helper. He loves to make people smile. I can’t wait to see how God uses Him when he
grows up. In the meantime, I’m glad to
witness how God is using him even now at 5 years old.
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