You know what's scary about life. Things happen. Things you could never see coming. Things that are terrible, or hard, or life changing and completely unexpected.
A few weeks ago, we were on vacation in Michigan, having a fabulous time as a family.
Suddenly my son is lying face down in a parking lot. Did not see it happen, but apparently he fainted and fell face first into the asphalt. He's bleeding. His teeth hurt. His jaw hurts. Will he need stitches? Is there an ER or Urgent Care near by?
Things happen. Scary things that you could never see coming. Things that can change everything, literally in a matter of seconds.
My little example has a boring and happy ending. He's fine. There was Urgent Care near by and they took great care of him. He may have a scar on his chin, but no other teeth or jaw issues.
(And if you see him, don't ask him about it. His teenager embarrassment will kick in and I'll be in trouble for over sharing.)
When I retired from this blog because I'm not a stay-at-home-dad anymore, it was mostly because I did not have as much time to write as I once did. Very little editing goes into this whole project...just kind of write and go. I enjoy writing and I think it helps me think through things. Well today, I had another unexpected event that provided time to write. An unplanned day off work to deal with a minor (and embarrassing) health issue (rhymes with schmemroids....is that too much information?) gave me time to write.
I've though a lot about that day with my son. My mind can not comprehend the other possible outcomes that day.
My life is so easy and so perfect....and yet I complain daily about it.
Why is that?
Why is it so easy to list the few minor things that would make my life better, instead of the millions of major things that make my life so incredibly sweet already?
(just re-read this....maybe I need an editor. 😀 Kind of incoherent, and not sure what the point is...)
