Why, oh why, didn’t someone tell me I have gone 10 days without a post? I really haven’t stopped being grateful. I promise.
I have, however, been dreadfully sick. Just a run-of-the-mill “common” cold, but why does “common” make you think it shouldn’t be that bad when in reality it jerks the world out from under you? I haven’t had a voice for a week now. I’m not complaining, just saying it is hard to communicate as homeschooling mom, mom in general, and especially mom to a toddler who does.not.get.it.
When Mama is sick, she can’t call in. The needs of the Hearts are still teeming and Mama is the only one who can meet most of them.
Well, Mama and Mama’s Mama and Cowboy’s Mama and Daddy Cowboy. I know I would have drowned without backup this week. For real.
Four out of the six of us have had the icky nasty cold at the same time. Thankfully, TrueHeart and BraveHeart were spared. I took an extra hit as the nursing mom when mine turned into mastitis and, somehow, only I have laryngitis. I am special, I tell you.
Cowboy says I have no immune system and doesn’t even want to let me go skating with the family for fear I will break a leg. I can’t deny I seem to be inclined to the unusual ailments.
Consider all of this a preface for this one statement:
I am losing. my. mind.
Yesterday, I left my van running. For two whole hours. I have never, ever done that before. I got all the kids out of the van and in the house, and even all the things done I was supposed to get done after that. Except the one thing. The turning-off-the-van-and-removing-key thing.
Then, I made from-scratch chicken soup and corn muffins for supper. (Even the chicken broth was completely from scratch-a wonderfully rich and perfect bone broth.) Everyone was happy and I was feeling…well… accomplished.
Until I told the story around the table about taking TenderHeart to the hospital for lab work yesterday morning and how I gave the valet a five dollar bill because I didn’t have a three dollar bill.
I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
BUT... let me tell you how blessed this brain-drained Mama has been in the midst of it all…
(I don’t usually use the #1000Gifts prompts for daily thanks, but today I will use a few.)
75. 76. 77. A Grace Borrowed, Found, Inherited… Beth Moore’s Believing God Bible study borrowed from Kristie for our women’s Bible study group to start in a couple of weeks, my Moby wrap found in the bottom of the baby blanket basket, my love for learning and reading passed down from my Mama.
78. 79. 80. A Gift Before Dawn (Cowboy’s arms), After Noon (the new baby calf born on our farm with a good mother to care for her), at Dark (all the Hearts around our table for supper).
81. 82. 83. A Song Heard, A Soft Word, Light Seen… TrueHeart belting out, while doing chores, this Truth she knows: Oceans will part- nations come, At the whisper of Your call, Hope will rise- glory shown, In my life Your will be done; Cowboy’s “This is good” spoken over supper, an amazing pediatrician who took on TenderHeart’s symptoms and is beginning to shed light with tests and referrals in a place of murky questions for some time.
84. 85. 86. Three Old Things Seen New… Making real bone broth like they used to instead of pouring watered-down from a can, a pinecone still standing on my bookshelf from my outdoor Thanksgiving wedding, our chicken coop built by Cowboy and Cowboy’s Daddy from the slabs of old trees cut on our sawmill.
87. 88. 89. A Gift on Paper, in a Person, in a Picture.. Bills from hospital paid in full, the Mama and Mama-in-law who helped us this week, the pictures TenderHeart took of SweetHeart as a surprise for me.