joy in the Mornings

Ah, life! Every second is fascinating and full of adventure.

This morning I was in the shower, getting ready for church. My two older children and hubby were still asleep and my youngest daughter had gotten up right after me.

I was soaped up and about to rinse when I heard this loud BANG! followed by my seven-year-old’s screams. Without even turning off the water I jumped out of the shower, threw on my robe and went running.

Ruby (my daughter) has this habit when she is cold. She pulls her arms into her shirt and wraps her arms around her body inside her shirt.

I have often told her not to do that - no reason, just that she shouldn’t do it for some reason. I didn’t think it was a good idea. You just never know. Dear Husband has told her the same - his reasons were that she would stretch out and ruin her good shirts. 

It seems as though she had sat down on the chair in front of my desk, then proceeded to not only pull her arms into her nightgown, but pull her legs up into it as well.

So there she sat, much like a weeble (you remember those, right? Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. . . maybe I’m showing my age!). And she began to wobble - forward. She couldn’t catch herself because her arms and legs were occupied, so her body had no choice but to wobble toward the desk and smack her forehead - hard - on the edge.

She was left with a good-sized pump knot that turned a bluish-black and she’s been traumatized all morning!

Maybe she’s learned a hard lesson that we should all remember: Don’t pull your arms inside your shirt at the same time you pull your legs up into your shirt. It’s an accident waiting to happen.

Now there’s a momism that’s worth remembering.