Mother's guilt. That what I have. All because I have been stressing good phone manners with my children. So, while I am on the phone, the girls do not interrupt, and they are quiet until I get off the phone. A great plan in theory, but not so easy to manage with our houseful. Not because they are particularly naughty, but with the kids, their friends, the dog, the cats, the birds and the regular commotion of such a household, it never seems to be quiet enough to hear a phone conversation clearly.
So it is understandable while on the phone earlier today, I did not immediately realize the difference between manners forgotten and hey mom we have an emergency. I continued talking to my husband who had a very rough day and was sharing the trials of it with me. But this dear precious child of mine that seems to always be bouncing about with activity and things to say, kept buzzing away. Until finally, I let out an exasperated, “what do you need?” Only to be told that my littlest is stuck in the snow.
“What? What do you mean she's stuck in the snow?” “She's stuck in the snow, I can't get her out?
I tried, and she's crying.” Looking out the window, I tell my hubby I have to go, the littlest is caught in the snow. I grab my shoes and quickly tuck my feet in them, putting on my coat as I go out the door.
Moving quickly I head over to my daughter, who is very upset. Through her tears she tells me her terrible woe. It seems the snow has swallowed up her leg and won't let go.
Reaching down to lift her up, I am met with firm resistance. And more tears come from my daughter who at this point is convinced she will be there until summer. Realizing that this will take more than I thought, I send the original messenger back into the house to get her older sister to help. I once again try to lift her out of the snow. Still no progress. Once again I lean down and pull, but this time with all of my strength. And this time her leg is freed and the weight of her little body suddenly being loosened sends me tumbling backwards onto my bottom and down the hill. Her leg has been released but my dignity has been lost in the process.
As I carry her back into the house, her relief of freedom is being shared with me as I feel the cold sensation of ice and snow down the back of my clothes. With the peeling off of cold wet clothes, the donning of dry warm jammies and getting wrapped up in warm blankets, my little sunshine is once again her happy little self. None the worse for wear. Except I feel bad that I hadn't realized right away that my little girl was in trouble and needed her mommy.
But the reality is that I am not perfect. I don't always know everything, and more times than I would like to admit I am caught off guard by the snags of life. However I know the one who isn't. He is the one who is there to comfort me when things are rough. The one who will carry me through the tough spots and will not grow weary. My ever present Lord.
2Corinthians 1:3-4 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. [King James version]
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