Of course, no matter how hard we all looked, the frog was gone. I promised we could return when it was light to try again. So the first question he asked when he stumbled out of bed this morning was "Can we go right now to look for my frog?" We took a rake back to the park. We found a lot of cat poop, but alas, no frog.
Last night around midnight, Simon came stumbling into my room, really upset by a nightmare. He said he felt too insecure to go back to his own room. I made a cozy bed for him on the floor next to my bed, and he fell right back to sleep. Much faster than I did.
My alarm went off at 5:30 this morning. I had to get up extra early to allow time to change the gauze on Caleb's back. He was riding (standing up) on an old mattress, being pulled by a friend driving a car around the dirt lot behind us. Was there any question how that would end??? But the poor guy can hardly move now, and he needed his bandages changed in time to get to school. So I was up at 5:30.
|This is after 3 days of healing|
So I am feeling a little tired today, but mostly really blessed. What a privilege it is to be a mother! I am so grateful that I get to be the one to be here, in the moments that are so important to these sweet children. I wouldn't trade that privilege for anything in the world.