Just when I was questioning the joy in my life-I was reminded once again about what is most important to me. My family! My little 5 yr. old Trae is just like his Dad and though I love them both so much-they are continuously scaring me to death with their constant injuries.
Our most recent scare came when Jeff called me a couple nights ago while I was at work and said that he was working with the horses and the boys were playing in the field. I knew from his tone that something went wrong. Then he said it, "Trae got kicked by the horse." I braced myself for the worst. You see, I am getting used to this emotional roller coaster. Trae has broken his arm twice, knocked his teeth out, and had many close calls. Jeff has also had his share of emergency doctor visits over the years.
I love my boys, but enough is enough. How much can one mother handle? Just kidding- I am learning a lot about my own personal strength, though. Luckily, Trae is okay. He has a half horseshoe bruise on his upper leg and he has been pretty sore. I have to thank my Father in Heaven for that one. It could have been so much worse. I am thankful I was not there to witness him flying from the force of that kick. One of the first things he said when I talked to him was I think I have earned a pizza party. When he broke his arm the last time, his wonderful Aunt Tara brought him pizza and he thought that really seemed to help. He got colored tootsie rolls this time-another one of his favorites.
Our most recent scare came when Jeff called me a couple nights ago while I was at work and said that he was working with the horses and the boys were playing in the field. I knew from his tone that something went wrong. Then he said it, "Trae got kicked by the horse." I braced myself for the worst. You see, I am getting used to this emotional roller coaster. Trae has broken his arm twice, knocked his teeth out, and had many close calls. Jeff has also had his share of emergency doctor visits over the years.
I love my boys, but enough is enough. How much can one mother handle? Just kidding- I am learning a lot about my own personal strength, though. Luckily, Trae is okay. He has a half horseshoe bruise on his upper leg and he has been pretty sore. I have to thank my Father in Heaven for that one. It could have been so much worse. I am thankful I was not there to witness him flying from the force of that kick. One of the first things he said when I talked to him was I think I have earned a pizza party. When he broke his arm the last time, his wonderful Aunt Tara brought him pizza and he thought that really seemed to help. He got colored tootsie rolls this time-another one of his favorites.
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Maria-Tell Trae I will bring him a pizza...pepperoni like last time??? Oh Maria, the Lord will not give you more than you can handle so I wonder who's strength is being tested, that of your boys or of yours? You are strong and valiant as is Traeton. Think of the stories of the prophets and all they endured as young boys. . .maybe you are all being prepared for something great.
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