A little perspective…

I recall a certain fight that my mother and I had once when I was a little girl.  I was probably about seven or eight years old and I have no real recollection of what our disagreement was about.  It may have been about bed times or a second scoop of ice cream or my desire to watch more t.v.  that night. Those are my best guesses anyway.

At the time my twin bed was diagonal in one of the corners of my room and I remember running into my dark bedroom and collapsing at the side of it with tears streaming down my face.  She did not follow me.  All I wanted was for her to follow me. All I have ever wanted when I ran from a fight was for the person to follow me.

Instead my brother Chris came into the room.  He helped me up on to the bed and told me not to be upset.  He gathered my multitude of stuffed animals and laid them all around me, up and down from my head to my toes and before I new it my sobs were replaced with laughter.  He made a bear dance and a cat kiss me and another animal jump on my head. His puppeteer-ing of my bears and dogs and kitties was enough to make me forget my woes.

Sometimes I wish it was that easy now.  That someone could come to me and make my tears disappear with just a “dancing” bear, full of polyester.  That the sight of a cute face sewn with plastic eyes and yarn for nose and soft “fur” could make me feel better in no time.

I thought I had it so bad that night because I did not get my way but little did I know that things would get harder and that I had it so very easy, all cozy underneath my yellow, frilly bedspread in the bedroom where the sun shined so very bright every sunny morning.

I’m not really sure how to end this post except to say that I feel like crying in my bed tonight and snuggling up with my favorite bear from childhood, who happens to be stuffed in the way back of K’s closet as she sleeps and I dare not disturb her.

I’m off my game lately.  Literally unable to run and given “the boot” (by my FIFTH doctor) today,  trying to avoid surgery for this damned Achilles.  And I mean that in the nicest way… it just seems truly “damned”.

I just hope this fixes the problem.  Six weeks of wearing it all day and taking it on and off every time I have to drive anywhere (yes, it IS my right foot).

Right now a night without that second scoop of ice cream or an extra show on t.v. sounds pretty okay to me…

Comments

  1. Oh man. That just sucks. I am so sorry you are feeling so trapped with that damned achilles. That just SUCKS.
    But just remember, this too shall pass. It will get better (though you may have to have the surgery). You will run again.
    And just as you can see your childhood troubles in perspective you can see your troubles now in perspective too. This isn’t permanent. It will get better. There is a light at the end of this tunnel. :)
    Hang in there!

  2. I’m so sorry. Wish I could give you a dancing bear, and that would make it all better.

  3. What a gem of a brother! A really nice memory! I’m sorry you are feeling poorly! I too have many challenges but I know that God is the God of the impossible, because even in the midst of the trials, I can say that this is the best season of my life! I guess because God prepared me, and because He is teaching me many things. I spend a LOT of time reading and listening to Him. I try to rebuke all the bad things happening in my life right now! :^) patsy

  4. So sorry friend. I always wanted someone to run after me, too.

  5. I’m so sorry you have to wear that boot. I hope this fixes the problem though, and you don’t have to have surgery!

  6. I’m so sorry you are in pain and I hope it goes away soon! I think all the time about how good I had it when I was a child, so few cares.

  7. So sorry for the frustration and disappointment you are going through. Isn’t it interesting what memories surface through our emotions during times of difficulty. Enjoyed yours. I had loads of stuffed animals I was certain had feelings. :)

  8. Hang in there, girl, I know this must be so frustrating for you! This too shall pass. Big hugs girlfriend!

  9. Good luck with the boot, I hope it ends up helping.

  10. Oh, I know those times. I hope you’re feeling much better today!

    Steph

  11. You are right. We are both very blah. Here’s hoping our souls and heels feel better soon.

  12. Hii…I used to follow your blog..some time back…its been really long… nice to know that you have new addition to your family, Baby K…

    Childhood is a lovely phase.. not a care in the world…this is a very beautiful and touching memory.. brothers are pain when you are growing up .. but you still love them a lot…

    I hope you feel better…God Bless..

  13. Hugs my friend, hugs. xo

  14. I am so sorry friend. If I was there I’d make a puppet show with my socks…only you’d kick me out because I would use the socks I was wearing and apparently I have stinky feet…
    How about you bedazzle that boot? Give it a little pizzaz. I had to and still on occasion have to wear a back brace. It’s an ugly thing. I’ve been meaning to sparkle her up.I’ve attached signs to the back like “Don’t like my walking? Dial 1-800-Eat-Sh*t”
    Makes me laugh.
    xo

  15. Your brother did that? So wonderful.

    Mickey is in a boot. It’s exhausting.