or should I say 'man'! LOL Happy birthday to my middle child, my oldest son. I haven't sent a text - yet - cause I don't know if he is up yet or not. He usually is, based on comments in his own blog, but, I will let him sleep in case he isn't. I try to be considerate of phones dinging early in the morning. He knows I'm up early every day so that is never an issue for me. But - I am thinking about him this morning and wishing him a very special and happy birthday.
It was Labor Day on this date 53 years ago. I know I have shared this story before. I should go back to the years I have typed out the story so that I don't get it wrong. You know how the mind fades at times and I am no exception for that happening. But, I shall trudge on. It was Labor Day. My handsome husband and his brother wanted to go hunting. I didn't mind - so since I was due to deliver any day (being already a week past due), they dropped me off at my mother's house. To make the time go by faster, mother was trying to teach me to crochet a doily. I wish I had paid more attention, but I did have other things going on. It wasn't long before I got up to go to the bathroom and - swoosh! my water broke. I told mother and she got a towel for me to sit on. I was beginning to feel strange things happening in my body.
I can't tell you, even after having one child, how unprepared I was for what was going on in my body. (My first event with labor I was sedated so I didn't feel anything). I was not prepared for what I was beginning to feel. My stepfather decided that maybe he should go gas up his car about the time I started getting some very sharp pains. He left, and thankfully, my husband and his brother arrived back to pick me up (before cell phones or they would have been called earlier; and they returned empty-handed). I was rushed to the VW that we had and we rushed to the hospital some 45 minutes away. We made it. My doctor was on vacation. His replacement took his time getting there. By now I'm screaming in pain and was told to shut up. They would not give me anything for the pain because the doctor had not ordered it. Nothing. Like I said, I wasn't prepared for pain like that. Kudos to the many women who choose natural childbirth. It was not on my list of things to experience.
I was soon taken into the delivery room and they still could not give me anything because the doctor had not arrived to order it. My baby boy decided to arrive without waiting on the doctor and pushed through - with me screaming as the doctor walked in the door and the nurses immediately put the gas mask on my face and knocked me out. Hallelujah! There are some memories that just will not go away! I was resentful of that doctor for taking his time and making me deal with pain I had not experienced before. I had not seen this doctor before, and I refused to see him again. I still remember his name. I know it was because I was in such pain that I took a dislike to this doctor. He could have made sure I was 'comfortable' before he arrived. After all, my first child's doctor sedated me to where I hadn't felt pain. But no, I experienced it that time and decided a boy and a girl were enough. But God had other plans. More on that in October.
So Happy Birthday to my second child, my husband's namesake. Prayers are prayed for you today, much love is sent your way. May your day (and weekend) be blessed, be safe, and be one of great memories and love. I love you, son.
This too shall pass.....
As I sat here, thinking of what else to write, I tried going to Bible Gateway to find something to do with 'time'. I don't know why that word, 'time', was in my mind. Reminds me of what Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastics where there is a time for everything. But my thoughts went to a saying my mama always said to me when I would go to her for help, for wisdom in what to do. She always said.... "This too shall pass...." , and you know what? It always did.
The pain in the moment, the indecision, the uncertainty, the troubles that were happening... all of it would pass. When I would call my mama up and cry because one of my sisters had written a crushing letter to me, telling me I was a bad mother, that I hurt THEIR feelings, or I had embarrassed THEM... and I would call sobbing because it hurt so badly.... and mama would always say.... "pray for them, they need prayer to help them. This too shall pass.....". Perhaps she had heard those words many times herself. She would comfort me, and in time, it did pass.
I was rushing on time yesterday. I was tired. I was cranky. I wanted nothing more than 4PM to get there so that I could turn the work computer off. I was tired of trying to find time for meetings. 30 minute meetings are bad enough - but the 60 minute meetings were even more difficult to find for the people I support. And true to form, about 15 minutes before 4PM, I got an email requesting 60 minutes with my male boss. And not only ONE meeting, but WEEKLY. I know trying to find an hour every week in his calendar is next to impossible. I was frustrated. I wrote and rewrote and erased many sentences before I finally fired one off to the person asking if they could make it 30 minutes instead..... and after I hit 'send', I felt guilty because I had allowed my frustration to come out. I thought about it most of the night, how I should have just not responded until this morning. Allowed my frustration of the day to calm down. But I didn't. She had also sent to another assistant and they hadn't bothered to respond. I felt they needed a response. So I gave one. Perhaps not the nicest one I could have sent like "sure! happy to do it!" (cough cough). I see that the other assistant responded that we three can get on a phone call this morning and go through calendars to see what we can do. UGH. I don't mind the phone call to sort it out - I keep my mouth shut in those. But... so I feel bad because of my whiney email. And I will apologize because I let myself hit send. I think I'm just mentally worn out - even with just a four-day week. This four-day week feels like two weeks rolled into one. And I'm tired.
But - now my morning time has run out and I need to jump on the computer and get started on my day. It's Friday and I still need to work on some contracts for legal that have been sitting for three weeks; just can't get to them. That's how busy I've been.
Today is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Blessings!
