The moment I had been dreading and fearing was upon me as I braced myself for an agonizing wait at the walk-in clinic today with my two boys in tow. My Friday doctor’s appointment was too many wheezing breaths away for my asthmatic airways.
It had been a pretty decent day so far with a friend visiting in the morning and catching some fleeting sunshine with one happy toddler this afternoon. But, that was about to end and my son’s protests as soon as we pulled up in the car to the clinic were certain proof.
When we got inside, it seems we came with the rest of the “after-school” crowd. Maybe having other children waiting in the room settled Shae a bit, maybe it was throwing the contents of my purse on the floor. Thankfully, we weren’t in for an hour long wait as I had anticipated. As my boys started to get impatient, I became that mother that everyone looks at with an admiring glance. Yes, for once, I was completely calm, patient, loving and creative in diverting their attention as Oliver started to wail and Shae scrunched his face up, whimpering. Kneeling on the floor, I bounced both of them on each of my knees and recited a rhyming book in Shae’s ear, even managing to get a few giggles (enter warm smiles and admiring glances from noted people in the room) out of him.
Yes folks, this is the kind of mother I am, always loving, abounding patience, abundant empathy…
Well it was a moment in time and it felt so so right and made everything so much easier rather than seizing up, stressing out and sweating out my skull like I normally do.
Oh to be that kind of mother more than the other…I feel like I could if I consistently got a good night’s rest. That however, is quite subject to the variables: sickness, teething, a wandering toddler from his big boy bed…
Thank God each day does start anew. I guess He knew I needed some sunshine through the rain.
Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. Lamentations 3:23