This post has gone several different directions, but I can pace myself...after all, I have 24 days. So I still hadn't decided which aspect of "thankful" I wanted to write about until...I fell down the stairs.
Yep, I'm admitting it right here...I fell (hard!) down the stairs. Thankfully, it wasn't with the load of laundry and 21 month old like I was carrying earlier in the day. However, hubs wasn't home and the two oldest came to my rescue. After realizing I was fine and "didn't need an ambulance" as was D's concern, he said, "Wow mom. I've never heard an adult fall before!"
In my dazed and confused state, I couldn't help but laugh. (note: kids looking at me like I've lost my mind as I sat there and laughed!) I was laughing because I was trying to imagine what I had looked like missing the 2 or 3 stairs and landing on the floor. I was laughing wondering what was really going through my kids minds at the time. And of course, laughter from being relieved that I was fine. Yes, a little bruised and sore (I caught myself with my knees and wrists!) but nothing broken.
I'm thankful that, despite my occasional clumsiness, I haven't had much "major" happen in the health department. I am without a gall bladder, have my share of a few stitches, other than that, I'm okay. I know others that are going through some painful times with their health, waiting on answers, praying for their body to heal. I pray that I don't take my ability to "go and do" lightly. I pray that while my health is good, I can live fully and for Him wherever He takes me.
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I have done this twice before. Once while holding Silas. The first time I did like you and caught myself with my hands. The second time I was holding Silas (he was about 7 months) and I guess my maternal intinct was stronger because when I started falling I held him as tight as I could and we tumbled down together. He was fine, but I still think about most everytime I am holding him on the stairs.
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