Monday, August 13, 2012
Make Every Moment Count
Last Thursday at about 1:05 PM, my three-year-old son fell out a window at our home. I was just finishing up his story for naptime, was closing the book and setting it down, when he went over the back of the couch and pressed his hands to the window screen. The spline split from the frame, and he slipped through like a rock falling through a veil. I heard a loud thud on the concrete walkway below. Then, nothing.
It is every mother’s nightmare.
That day, it was my reality.
But God is more merciful than we deserve, and in the five seconds or so that it took me to fly down the stairs and out the front door, James came out of shock, moved all four limbs, and began to cry. At first, it was an eerie, lifeless sound, more like a moan, but after a minute or so, he began to cry in earnest and, it seemed, my heart resumed beating.
What I will say, all I will say is this: EVERY. MOMENT. COUNTS.
I know you already knew that, but I thought I’d mention it again. Because every moment, it’s truth is irrefutable. Every. blessed. moment.
To make a long story short, James fractured his skull and clavicle but, miraculously, had no internal or spinal injuries. I am eternally indebted to all who prayed, to all who helped, to one stellar rock star of a guardian angel, and to a God who spared my son and cemented forever in my heart a terrible reminder of what matters.
Every. blessed. moment.