yesterday was the most terrible day of my life. i am pretty sure i won the worst mother in the world award. yes, i know i am being dramatic, but you would be too if you dropped your 2 month old on the street in the middle of a store parking lot! i will spare you all the gory details, but i will say that this accident involved my precious baby boy face planting it onto the asphalt. his guardian angels must have been working over time because he did not have one single scratch, bruise or bump. thankfully Max has no serious injuries, but it was still a very traumatic day for us both.
while i was holding my baby boy sobbing in the parking lot, i realized that all the stupid things i worry about, and all my silly insecurities are so ridiculous. i started thinking about people i know with real problems, like chronically sick children, and even losing a child. no parent should ever have to lose a child, that would be the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone. i couldn't stop thinking about what really matters most in life- the gospel and family. i resolve to be kinder, have more patience, and to be more diligent in living the gospel.
last night when i got up with my Max several times, i did not look longingly at my bed even once. i held my baby a little longer, hugged him a little tighter, and kissed him a little bit more than usual, if that's even possible.