Tiny aka Pegleg

Tiny broke his leg on Saturday. Slipped on the kitchen floor in his sock feet and BROKE HIS LEG! My first ever visit to the ER. I didn't even know where to go, what to do. Had to call a fellow mother of MSC (many small children), four to be exact. She knows ERs. Thank goodness. Then we were seen promptly and kindly and met by a Keystone ER nurse and the NP on call knows my pedi so it was a great experience and Tiny left with a new teddy bear. This was the day before Mother's Day mind you. And I really did have on an apron when it happened. I really was about to make scones. Finally got to them on Tuesday, I think.
It has been like having a newborn, up all night, carrying a baby around all day, sitting down for his every meal and snack to feed him. No, he did not break an arm but I do have white couches so I feed him. No self feeding on Pottery Barn white couches. Nope. No. Never.
Everyone has been saying oh how sad for you, Mother's Day weekend and all but you know, I love being a mother. Try not to ever take it for granted. And I would take calamity every year on Mother's Day (don't want it but stay with me here for a sec) just for the chance and the honor and the fun and adventure of being a mother and knowing these little eternal souls. I am so honored that I have the privilege to grow them in my body although I would take a baby however it made its way to my arms and heart, but for me, I have to grow them, and I love it. It is a worthwhile sacrifice and there is nothing I was more honored to do this weekend than to attend to my little Tiny and his broke leg.
Now he is sporting a green cast and I am coordinating all of his outfits to match. If this was a not me Monday, I would say I did not send Pompey to Northpark to buy a Hanna Andersson outfit just to match the green cast. Nope. Not me.
But in reality, I did. And he is cute. Big ole green cast and all. Especially with the bright green striped sleeveless romper on!
In other news, our trip to Madrid this summer has been XCL'd due to lack of involvement with the set number of pastors/leaders that needed to be going. Haven't told my Spanish friends yet. Waiting until there is a date for the trip next year confirmed. My heart still longs to be there for more than just a week. Pompey too. I love what mission life makes of a child and an adult. I long to give my littles another language, another culture, the solidarity of family that comes from living abroad and giving your life for the gospel. I tease Pompey when he gets restless and tell him I can hear the North Wind blowing but the North Wind is blowing in my ear now too and it is time to pray...and seek...but not pack. Not yet.