We have had a few injuries in our home over the last few weeks. This has gotten me thinking about the ways of the universe. I often wonder, if it is the ebb and flow of life that moves us into these forced periods of stillness and healing.
Over the last two weeks we have had a lot of restful, still and healing time together as a family. Although it has been particularily strainful on me, it seems to have forced us to step back from social obligations and activities and be in our home much more than usual.
I have found myself thinking of how lucky we are, how these injuries could have been much much worse. I also find myself realizing how fragile we are, and to remember to be gentle with our bodies. I also find myself trying to remember that injuries are not permanent and this too shall pass.
Here is my Paul, after his smashed ankle. This was a particularily bad injury and he needed to have reconstructive surgery on his ankle. This means that he will have to take some extra time to allow his body to heal. He will be able to go to the office soon, but he will have to be on crutches or use a walker for three months. That means no hockey this season. (I am fine with that since this is how he injured himself. )
Here is Ezra after breaking his collarbone. His injury was fairly minor, but definately got me to thinking about being a mother. I found myself berating myself for allowing him to get hurt. It wasn’t until my husband pointed out that “good mothers” allow thier children some independence and adventure, that I started to think of his injury in another light. The fact that my sweet boy was injured only will make him more aware of the need to take care of his body. I am trying to allow myself to believe this. I am also thankful that his injury was minor.