Our little two and a half year old tornado of a boy pulled a package of underwear out of his drawer last week and demanded to wear it. I figured why not? His sisters were all this age when they learned the fine art of using the potty for more than a step stool.
Yet again, our household learns how boys are different from girls.
First, his sisters are appalled by little boy underwear. There's a pocket! Whatever is that for? He's a BOY--enough said.
Then, we learn that although Gus Monster is very into his new drawers, he's not really into his signals yet. Eight pairs and a bath later, I called it quits for the day. Should've done this in the fall when he was actually going on occasion. But, silly me. I thought he was too young to be pushed.
Just a reminder that having four kids only makes one an expert on the mistakes of motherhood.
I have no idea when this is going to work. Eventually, I'm sure. But if he'll be fully functional in the bathroom prior to the need for a new living room rug, well, that's questionable. We're living in the unknown--the time when all you can see is a small light at the end of the tunnel and you just plug forward everyday in hopes that it grows brighter.
I'm not just talking about potty training.
I curled up in the corner of our lumpy sofa on Friday morning with my devotion and the scary canyon of what ifs for Amelia looming on my horizon. We saw her neurologist on Thursday and our future right now is certain to hold more doctor visits, more tests, more therapies as we try to uncover what caused her brain to inflame itself. What caused her body to demyelinate and send us searching for answers.
So far, no doctor is really pleased with what they can tell us. We've had three different prognosis ranging from super scary surgical to expect full recovery. Right now, it's Clinically Isolated Syndrome. It might go away, her body may heal itself.
It might not.
No one is sure. Doctors for all their fancy degrees and clinical knowledge and case studies--they're just practicing medicine as my friend said yesterday.
They are learning and we are learning and the unknown can be frightening. That canyon will swallow me whole if I let it.
Rehearsing your troubles results in experiencing them many times, whereas you are only meant to go through them when they actually occur.
~Sarah Young, Jesus Calling
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified, do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.
There's a bridge over that canyon of the unknown. I can't see it when I'm pondering all the ways I'm going to slip and fall and have to claw my way back up rock walls. We want to live these lives that are all planned out and shiny with promise, but the truth is we live everyday in a dark unknown that's only pushed back when we focus on the Light--on the good, the beauty, the reasons to be thankful in the midst of fear.
The blessings of superhero underwear and friends who make homemade blueberry pie and sick little girls who giggle incessantly. These are the images I want to rehearse in my mind when I worry--these are the moments I want to live through again and again.
Not the fear. Not the frustration. Not the many times I've cleaned the floor.
But the many times I've lived in the beautiful, known moment at hand.