I try to remind myself to relax and embrace this time. A new born is in the house. So I was thinking about putting a web cam on the laundry pile
Sophie's easy to embrace. So how to embrace this time of facing other transitions? Transition is a polite word. I am learning that. What to do with the happy memories? Welcome them. The sadness? Accept it. Be grateful for and try to understand the lessons that life is trying to teach me. The confusion? Pray that when it clears there will be a new light on tomorrow's path. Something like that.
And in the meantime, I'll embrace other things, like Olivia's whimsical spirit. It made me smile to imagine her hanging Olivia the Pig's dress up in her own closet.
And then I looked out her window and saw the leaves changing colors and the clouds moving across the mountains. Autumn is meant to be embraced.
So Tuesday afternoon I got a call from the police department asking me to pick up Sam because he had been in a bike accident. Dispatch didn't think he needed medical attention. So imagine my surprise when I approached the designated intersection and saw the police cars, the fire truck, and Sam being carried in to an ambulance on a stretcher. I almost turned left into the on coming traffic.
The officer explained to me that Sam's bike had been hit by a driver turning right, while Sam was in the cross walk with the right of way. The car didn't touch Sam, but it bent in the handle bars on
one side of his bike and the other side hit him in the stomach. The paramedics where taking him to the hospital to check for unseen injuries. I peeked in the ambulance before they took him away, then ran to Grandad's house to drop off Sophie with Judith who called to ask Granddad to stay with the kids at home. Sam and I spent several hours in the emergency room, where they did a catscan, chest x-rays, etc. All the tests were normal. The doctors and paramedics all praised Sam's bravery. He hobbled up to bed as soon as he got home. The other boys were jealous that Sam had gotten to go in the catscan machine. I never knew that would interst them so.
Wednesday I had him stay home to recuperate from the night before. I thought all throughout the day how grateful I was that he was not seriously injured. It turned out that the driver was a woman who goes to church with us. She was very sorry and came by to check on Sam.
I brought some really old "duck bread" that I told Grant not to eat. Grant said he wanted some "human bread." He said, "That was awesome feeding the ducks mom." I wish I could remember all the moments like that one.
Friday Caitlin brought her spider made from marshmallows and pretzels home and rearranged the legs a bit, but was still quite proud. We branched out from our normal Little Ceasars to San Fransisco Sourdough. Yum. Chicken and pesto. And since October is national pizza month they were giving out free slices of barbecued chicken pizza on Saturday. Free lunch. Score.
After the free lunch, which I insisted remain free, no drinks nothing, in and out for free, we finished up the Halloween shopping in the pouring rain.
Sunday I made the kids participate in my favorite sabbath "service project." Clean the house for mom. We had been pile free for two days so we were actually able to run the vacuum. Ben made lemon bars, which smelled heavenly, so for a moment, the house felt quite holy. That was a moment to embrace.