On Saturday I was feeling run down. Between finishing my book over the holidays (although there will still be plenty of edits!), the struggles of Christmas and gearing up for the busyness of the new year, I was needing a rest. Plus I thought I might be coming down with something (which never happened, so thankful!).
I worked in our etsy shop in the morning, filling all of the orders and cleaning up since after the holiday rush we just closed the door and left the mess. Once that was finished, I ate some lunch and laid down for a long winter’s nap. You know the kind…where you wake up after two hours and can’t figure out where you are or what is happening….
I woke up feeling achy and thought about calling it a day and just going to bed. At 4:00.
But first, I decided, it would be good if I got up and put some Thieves on and drink some hot tea. So, and this is the part that could be considered a mistake, I went out of my room.
As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom door, Levi (age 7) came rushing up to me, “Mommy! Mommy! Can I go for a walk with the other kids?!?!?!”
I didn’t know what was going on so I basically just said, “Sure honey.” (mistake #2….)
He went rushing out the front door calling out, “Hey guys!!! Wait for me!!!!”
My brain finally caught up and realized that my little one had just gone out into the street and possibly into danger since I had no idea where the older kids were. For all I knew they were in the guest house watching a movie and Levi would be running down the street all by himself.
I stepped after him onto the front porch just in time to see him stopping at the end of the front walkway looking down the street. No kids. He slumped his shoulders and turned toward me, so disappointed. The look on his face….oh my breaking heart.
And this is where those “Mommy Instincts” wake up. No matter how we feel or what else we have to do or what our previous plans were or if we are still wearing our pajamas at 4:00 in the afternoon (mistake #3) we say to our child, “Hang on. I’ll go with you.”
I grabbed an old sweater and my shoes and we went out into the street, hoping to find the other kids quickly.
He hopped along and begged me to “race to the next mailbox” at every driveway (which I did once….mistake #4) and he skipped and was so excited to be out on the street. We talked about the sun and January and his apps on his ipod. We made plans for school and how he wants to find a way to get some money and what books we are going to read together.
I vacillated between sinking into the feeling that I might be coming down with the flu and the joys of spending this unexpected time with him.
We did finally catch up with the other kids about a mile down the road. They were stopping to take pictures, otherwise we would have been too slow to ever find them. He rushed to them and was happy to be one of the kids, forgetting I was even there. I waved to let them know I was leaving him with them, then turned and walked home by myself. In my pajamas. And a mess of hair. I prayer that no neighbor would drive by and want to stop and chat.
I fell onto my bed when I got home….enjoying the empty house almost as much as I enjoyed my time with Levi.
And as I drifted back to sleep I thanked God for every “mistake” I had made that day.
(P.S. I believe I didn’t get any sicker because of not only plenty of rest, but using my essential oils! Let me know if you would like to know more about them….they are amazing!)