Broken Heads, Broken Hearts

We had just stepped in the door after school/activity day/friend's house and little did I know we were about to head right back out the door . . . to the Urgent Care!

It was about the saddest thing ever -- for me. We walked into our home (which was unusually messy) and I was ready to start cleaning/getting ready for dinner.

William wanted to play outside and he said, "Mommy, I need a friend, will you be my friend?" (What a sweet question!) I answered, "Well, William, mommy needs to be a mommy right now, and clean up the house." Not two seconds later -- WHAM! William tripped out the back door, and landed with his head on concrete. I ran to him and I KNEW when I picked him up, it would not be good . . .
There was blood, EVERYWHERE! It was bleeding like crazy and William was rubbing it in his hair, and in his eye. I had two handfuls of blood and I reached for the phone to call Charles. (It was the first thing I could think to do!) I screamed for the kids to get me a barrette (to keep his hair out of the wound) and a wet towel -- they were also freaking-out. Lots of screaming.
Charles answered his phone and I had to speak over William's shrieking. He was able to make out the words, "Come home! It's William! Split head! Stitches! Doctor!" He headed straight home. (His office is 5 minutes away, it was the end of the day.) I found out later that I was on speaker phone and his business partner, Steve, was a witness to the shrieking-frenzy. (How embarrassing!)

When I said, "doctor" William stopped screaming and whimpered, "Mom, I'm OK, I'm OK." (He has seen Daniel get stitches, many times.) But to the doctor we HAD to go!

We rushed to the Urgent Care and because of the location and amount of skin -- he got super-glue instead of stitches! Thanks goodness! I don't think he would have been quite the soldier like Daniel. He is still so small.

He is doing fine now. But his eye was swollen shut this morning. Poor thing.

I have to say, he may have "broke his head" but he also broke my little heart with the timing of his sweet question and the result of me not stopping to "be his friend".

"Mommy, I need a friend, will you be my friend?"

His question will forever ring in my ears.

Sometimes the "motherly duties" like cleaning, cooking, etc., can wait. Sometimes . . . mommy just needs to be a friend.

The super-glue will hold his skin together and he should heal-up quite nicely -- If only there was super-glue for my heart! Ouch!

P.S. I was supposed to go help the youth learn a song for Mother's day last night, but we walked in the front-door of our home about 2 minutes before we needed to be at the church. It was almost 7 and the kids had not had dinner, they needed showers, and they needed to do their homework (not to mention, the house was still messy!) So, I handed the music to Charles and said, "Find someone else to do this. I am done. I need to be home." Charles was hesitantly-obedient. He was not sure what to do. I explained everything for him. The amazing thing is -- it worked out, without me. Someone else did it, and it will be just fine. Somedays, you just have had enough. (Especially after being covered in blood!) Somedays, you just need to slow down and BE HOME. I am learning to realize that the world will keep spinning if I can't do that extra-something -- but if I do that extra-something, I will keep spinning!