Welcome back, dear friends! The radio silence is over, and I’m getting back on my feet after 5 weeks of international living. Our son, Joshua, is safely settled into his bachelor pad downstairs at my parents’ place in Canada. What a whirlwind of activity and emotion! He’s now the proud owner of snow boots, a […]
The ceiling stared back at me in silent horror. Afraid to sleep, afraid to speak, barely able to breathe.
“Why doesn’t the phone ring? What is taking so long?”
It was a parent’s worst nightmare. Unexplainable illness, uncontrollable vomiting, unconscious child. As the seconds painfully tick by, we lay there, fully clothed, bags packed, ready to jump into the car as soon as the insurance company says “go.” 10pm… 11pm… 12am… 1am… 2am… It was enough to drive anyone stark raving mad.
“Oh God, help! Save our boy! Please, Jesus! Don’t let him die.”
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If I was going to be honest, I’d say that I don’t really like my “Now” this week. Now hasn’t been fun. It hasn’t been filled with “Let’s go party now,” or “Let’s go out now!”
No, our NOW has been filled with more emotion than I know what to do with. “Guys, its time to pack your bags now.” “Honey, can you load the trailer now?” “Josh… I’m so sorry, Honey. It’s time to go now.”
I would love to go back to the Christmases of ‘years gone by’ when the urgency was only “Come, guys! Let’s make some shortbread now!” Or “Gotta wrap the presents now.” Or “It’s time to straighten up the house… company is coming now!”
What I wouldn’t give to go back to those days of scattered toys, constant noise, and sibling drama.