Jackson took a fall and broke a toe.
We thought he was running for a split second. Until we realized that he was falling. And then neither of us could get to him in time. It was that super slow motion thing that makes you realize how quickly things can change.
Pavement 1, Jackson 0.
He’s got some lovely road rash to show for it too.
But I have to say:
Our little man is a trooper to be sure. He doesn’t let much get him down.
My husband tells me that right after his brain surgery at 5 years of age, he tried to get up and indicated he wanted home.
Even as we assisted Jack in walking right after the fall he would look at us plaintively and say: Fix it? Tina! Fix it.
Sorry, buddy, Tina can’t fix it.
But here we are five days past. We’ve been to a doctor, we’ve been xrayed, and we are on our way to recovery.
Jack is once again, teaching me a good lesson.
He is same as he ever was.
And while I have had to give up a some (ok- ALOT) of sewing time to help him.
And I am not getting as much housework done as I could be on this break……
I am spending more time just hanging with the boy.
Learning new things. (not to mention, fetching and waiting on Jack ‘s every whim and will. 🙂 )
And who cares if my sewing room remains in disarray?
Who cares if my floor is a little “crunchy”?
Who cares if that stack of sewing projects sits for a bit?
This is the here.
This is the now.
And sometimes you need a reminder that you need to put your feet up
(especially the one with the broken toe)
and be at one with the world around you.
Thank you Zen Master Jackson.