Wednesday, October 15, 2008

And the world's worst mom and wife award goes to...

This morning I awaken to tiny fingers jabbing in my mouth and nose.  Jonathan rarely has the privilege to get Elizabeth up, so any opportunity he has to have a brief but sweet snuggle time with Elizabeth and for her to wake me up, he takes advantage of it.  Apparently, earlier this morning our toilet was clogged.  So it was to my "delightful" surprise, to see the calm, peaceful waterfall flowing onto my newly swept floors.   Of course, I thought, great, now I don't have to mop; the toilet did it for me!  I was pretty upset.  So naturally, I "kindly" said, "Jonathan, you did not fix the toilet from this morning.  Water is going everywhere. This is just great!"  Jonathan comes running into the bathroom to see for himself.  Once he evaluates the scene, he tells me to go watch Elizabeth and that he'll clean and try to fix it.  It was after this we heard the heart-stopping thud.  

I was relieved to hear Elizabeth cry, because I knew at least she wasn't unconscious.  Jonathan beats me to her and calms her down within 5 minutes.  She continues to settle down as he gives her a morning bottle and puts an ice pack on her head.  I, on the other hand, walk around obviously disgruntled.  I kept thinking, "This is not the way our morning routine goes.  She stays in HER crib, while I do everything I need to do in order to feed her."  Clearly, I was trying to push the blame on Jonathan, although I never said a word to him.  

So, how do I wish this morning could have gone differently?  Well, firstly, I wished I would have been more concerned about the well-being of my daughter, rather than how an overflowed toilet resorted to cleaning and even more laundry to do.  And secondly, that I would have been more concerned about how Jonathan was feeling, since he was experiencing the same guilt that I was.  I was so selfish this morning.  

Despite the half-dollar sized bruise on her forehead, Elizabeth seems to be fine.  She managed to sleep her morning nap in between me poking her every five to ten minutes. 

Please pray for me to be a better wife and mom.  Pray that my justice complex would not keep me from being gracious when I need to be.  Pray that I would be more loving and quick to forgive my husband.  Pray that I would live out Philippians 2 in the understanding of what Christ has done on my behalf.  

I'm thankful Elizabeth was not seriously hurt and that Jonathan and I were easily and quickly reconciled.  Hopefully, we have "Baby falls off bed" checked off for good.  

3 comments:

The Nicholsons said...

This happens, Melissa! I think it has happened to every mother. Now you just know. I think things happen to make us more aware so that next time, we can prevent it from happening again. I deserve that award though. Yesterday, Tanner opened the garage door and walked down the steps and fell. He skinned his finger up but that's it. I was so scared what I was going to find when I saw the garage door open. I was actually watching someone else's baby also so I couldn't watch him as close as when its just me and him. But now I know! The good Lord was there helping him down those steps I know. So don't feel bad-- I already accepted that award yesterday!

Josh and Donna said...

i love you! and you are AWESOME! and thank the good Lord we're all saved by HIS perfect grace.

Anonymous said...

I think Elizabeth and Jon are very fortunate to have such a caring and loving wife and mother....and I know they both agree....but that award has been given out years before you were born...