First -
The neighborhood where I grew up was hit by a tornado today. My hometown, though thriving, is still small. The main road, where Wal-mart is, was hit by tornados, as well as the neighborhoods surrounding it (including my old neighborhood). People were trapped in businesses and homes. There were two critical injuries, though no fatalities have been reported yet. They set up a hospital in an unharmed business for minor injuries, so that the hospital 10 miles away could care for those seriously wounded.
It's an odd feeling, to be so connected to a place and yet unaffected by its downfall. My parents moved five years ago, after my grandmother, who lived down the street, died. Even so, many of our neighbors are still there. So tonight, if you are the praying type, please remember the residents of Prattville.
Second -
A little girl escaped from the nursery this morning and basically ran into my arms. This is noteworthy because I am a stranger to her, and also because she has a disability, and I love children with disabilities. I always HATE when people mention how they love a marginalized group because it feels like its own discrimination to me, to love this group because they share a certain characteristic and not because of who they are as people. I still agree with that logic, but I also still love children with disabilities. I can't describe why, there is no reason. It defies logic, but explains why I LOVED my job in early intervention and how I can miss it, happy as I am to be devoting my time to teaching my own baby. Anyway, this little girl needed a distraction to stay in the nursery, so I sat on the floor and sang nursery rhymes for a few minutes, and a little impromptu circle time ensued. It was good for my soul, in the way that using your gifts and passions always is.
Last -
I have learned something about myself this week: I am a baby about my child being sick. I am usually a pretty matter-of-fact person, which means that, in general, I am also a matter-of-fact mom. I can discipline and say "no" without guilt (so far). I can leave him at grandma's for the weekend, put him to bed awake, and even let him cry for a few minutes, if doing so is in his best interest. But when my baby is sick, all bets are off. I can't stand not knowing why he isn't getting better, and I positively cannot live with myself if I leave him while he doesn't feel well. So reading blogs like this - I just can't imagine it. I am sure that you find the strength to do whatever you have to in life. Still, I can't imagine anything worse. So, again, if you're the praying type, please remember Joseph - and his mom - tonight.
Happy Sabbath, everyone.
4 comments:
At first I thought you were talking about Eclectic for some reason.
The main strip in Prattville was hit by a tornado???
It is practically as developed as any area in Montgomery these days?
I will tell Lane to call and check on Nana. Did you know she moved there a year or so ago? She and Lane talk once every two weeks and she keeps us apprised of whatever the new thing is (target, books-a-million, Jim-N-Nicks, you name it, we are the first to know!)
Anyway, that's really sad.
Yes, check on Nana. Prattville is in bad shape.
I think we are all that way about our kids being sick -- nothing to be ashamed of!
I hope all your friends and neighbors are OK.
For the few moms who are keeping up with our illness saga - both of Asher's ears and his throat are infected. And he's going to be a kid where every time his immune system kicks up, he will have an allergic response. His doctor thinks he will outgrow this in time. She wants us to try a low-level daily allergy medicine for a while to see if that helps. I'm just glad he doesn't have food allergies or (so far) severe environmental allergies. He really does mostly seem to be allergic to being sick.
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