Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Hug 'em a little tighter today

I'm usually not the sentimental type. Lately, however, I seem to be weepy about everything having to do with kids. This is not an indication that I want more. I really don't. Dr. Daddy's done the old snippy snip and we are DONE. Which is not to say that I didn't LOVE being pregnant. Every second of it. Right up until the very end. Then I was done. Like...GET IT OUT NOW done.
My stepmom sent me this email and for whatever reason it really touched me. I think it's because lately BabyBoy has really been getting on my nerves. He talks constantly. He must call my name a thousand times a day. For the most part, he is such a good boy but sometimes he just makes me want to pull my hair out! This story could have come right out of my own kitchen...

F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.


He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."


We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.


But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.


Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.


When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.


He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.


While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,


"While dealing with a stranger ,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.


Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.


Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.


He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."


By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.


I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.


"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He sm iled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.


I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."


I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."


I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."


FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us in
a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives.


And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed,
don't you think?
So what is behind the story?


Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

See what I mean? Just reading it again right now makes me weepy.
Yesterday, Dr. Daddy came home in a foul mood. He had a gold alert (major trauma) come in to the OR sometime in the afternoon. A mother was driving her two year old daughter and the baby unhooked her carseat strap. Mom (you know we've ALL done this) turned around to get baby back in seat, lost control of the car and hit a tree. Mom was fine. Baby died in the OR of a massive head trauma. Hearing that story made me want to throw up. How many times have you turned around to pick up a toy, hand someone a sippy cup, feel around for a passy? I have gotten better about pulling off to the side of the road to do these things lately but you can bet your ass I'll be pulling off EVERYTIME from now on. That poor mother had to go see her baby for the last time on an OR table. And you KNOW that she was yelling at that baby when it happened and that is her very last memory of her baby. Dr. Daddy said that what got him the most was that she was just like you or me. Nice jeans, put together, cute haircut, etc. Just a Mommy and her kid toolin on down the road with no idea of what was to happen next. So...hug 'em a little tighter today and the next time someone can't reach their McDonald's chicken nuggets PULL OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!

12 comments:

Kate said...

*sniff* this made me a little teary! It's so easy to be gracious with strangers & so easy to forget with the people we love the most!

declanium said...

if you could only see the tears streaming down my cheeks!! thank you for posting this.......I, for one, will resolve to do better.....

magnolia mama said...

That is so horrible! I need to remember that when the kids are shouting demands from the back seat.

Thanks for the poem. DS#1 is often talking my ear off and getting in my way. I need to let it go.

Somewhere Between Pinot and Pacifiers said...

OMG. That is the saddest thing. Thanks for the reality check I needed. I got an email from my dad about the same type of thing (not using cell/texting while driving) and after reading this, I will definitely be more careful. How sad for that mother. I can not imagine.

Happy Homemaker said...

So true!

Wendy S said...

Thanks for the reminder. I loved the story, and I will be more conscious of driving and turning around. My own mother keeps yelling at me about that. I'm going into my son's room to give him anither kiss good night.

lizziefitz said...

So true! The saddest part is I read it, GET it and will do it again...WHY? I try to remember and take notice of how I react. If I forget it is written all of their sweet faces. Thank You for a genuine reminder.

Paula said...

What a sad day for your husband at the hospital. I feel so sorry for that mother.

Margaret said...

Oh, that's just horrible about that mother and her baby!!! I sent that story to all of my mommy-friends as a reminder to BE CAREFUL while driving their kiddos around. We've all done it. So sad!! :(

Tickled Pink & Green said...

Great post, and makes me really think.

And OMG, can I just tell you the exact thing happened to me one week ago. I was on the tollroad (highway) and all of a sudden I felt something right next to me and it was BabyGirl (20 months)and her little face was right next to mine. It startled me so much which is not good when you're on a highway. She had gotten out of her seat and gotten down and was just poking her upper body through the bucket seats. It scared me to death, but there was absolutely nothing I could do and I was not about to do anything on that highway. Now I know I did the right thing. That poor, poor mother. Sooo sad.

Far From Perfect said...

Love the "FAMILY" definition. I could use this at work for some parents. My hubby is a patholoigist,so he has to do posts on these beautiful little people.Still gets to him over the years. Love your blog, see you again.

chesnye said...

I found your blog through my dear friend Amy, of Joel and Amy. This poem is really powerful. Last Jan.22nd as I was driving down the road, I turned around to grab my daughters' water as it was spilling all over her. A little lady pulled out in front of me and had a wreck. We were so fortunate that everyone was fine. I didn't even notice that I was in preterm labor (I was 32 weeks) until the police and ambulance arrived. I was put on bedrest and went on to deliver a healthy baby boy at 39 weeks. Since that day I have thought so often about the what if's... life can change in an instant. I can't even imagine that mothers pain. Thanks for this post, it made me reflect on my good fortune.
Love,
Chesnye