Benaiah comes over with tears in his eyes and says, “EMERGENCY!!!” He tilts his head back so I can look in his nose and I calmly say, “You’re good. You’re not bleeding. Did you scratch yourself or something?”
Shaking his head he says, “No, there’s a Lego stuck up in there.” At this point in the story, I’d like to say that I remained calm, cool, and collected. But, I didn’t. My response went something Iike…
"Oh no! Why would you stick a Lego up your nose? Honey, get off the phone, we’re probably going to the emergency room. Ben, why would you do this? Don’t ever do that again. Oh man."
Now, in my defense, I looked in his nose and there was most assuredly NOT a Lego up in there which means there was a Lego WAY up in there. So I had a bit of a reason to freak out, at least a little.
We went to the bathroom and one good, hard blow later and the Lego was in my hand. I know it’s gross but I was thankful to have the ironically green Lego piece in my hand and not the recesses of my son’s nasal and sinus cavity.
He cried a little bit and I was relieved but as we sat there watching Astro-Boy later that evening, I reflected back on my response…. or rather, my reaction. Not that I freaked out all that much but, I should have remained a bit more calm. Later in life, when my son has something really important to tell me, I don’t want him to be afraid of my reaction. I don’t want him to hold it in like we sometimes do, only to try and navigate whatever situation or problem he’s facing on his own.
At times, we all suffer silently in temptation, sin, guilt, grief, fear or depression because we’re afraid of how others will react. We’ve got to do a better job of confessing to one another. But more than that, we’ve got to be the kind of people others can confess to because in the end, we’ve all got a Lego stuck up our nose.
ME: in spite of the failures and pain… we’ve been through some real life and here I am at this table and I look over and maria an ben are there and all day long he’s been wathcing josiah videos on the ipod and asking questions about God and heaven and life and I’m like.. you’re five
FRIEND: HES YOUR SON
ME: and I’m just so thankful that we’re here and not divorced or dead or whatever…
FRIEND: your an atchison
ME: that in spite of it all… he’s a good God he’s a good God
FRIEND: atchisons survive hell you told us that
ME: and he loves us… me… so much
FRIEND: yeah he does dude, he loves ME .. like .. . i have so much malice and so much hate and i dont want to im just being real and he still loves me, shows me compassion
Check out the Old People Holding Handsblog and get a little inspiration to enjoy the “for better” moments and hang in there during “for worse” ones. This one’s dedicated to the ever lovely Maria Atchison.
Before we force anyone, in any income bracket, to pay more to this government, this government needs to be fixed. It’s not right or fair (a word the liberal left love to toss out) to make someone pay more for such a crappy product.
No one should pay more until Washington learns to reign in the obscene spending on programs, wars, and bailouts no one wants. And, that’s not to mention the congressional expense accounts that pay for their expensive cars, fuel, fancy meals, and other “essentials” that the rest of us pay for. I don’t know about you but no one pays for that stuff for me. Why should it be any different for them?
You wanna raise taxes? Fine. But, first let’s change some things so those new taxes don’t end up paying for stupid stuff.
Absolutely love this! The use of Jack’s Song from LOST makes it. If pressing the spacebar does nothing, simply click anywhere on the screen instead to scroll to the next message. And with this, I’m out for the rest of the day.