Casting Call

So the boy's at the doctor's this morning, getting his feet casted so they can make his leg braces. I have no idea how long this process is gonna take, but again, my dad wanted to take him. He's got Vacation Bible School tonight and then he's coming home for the first time since Monday afternoon.

I think he's doing better walking; he seems to be thinking about putting his whole foot on the ground more often and not walking on his toes as much as he had been. It's this whole episode with his feet that's made me decide to reassess where my attention is lately. I kept thinking, it's just feet, it'll pass, he'll be okay. That's the way I've thought about a lot of stuff. Me thinking It's just A, it'll be okay, it doesn't need my attention. Well, the trip to the doctor where he said surgery was a little bit of a wake-up call. This was only his feet; what would have happened if it was something else that I ignored to follow my own interests? What if it had been an internal organ, or his eye, or a recurring headache? I could have killed my child because of my self-centeredness. It is my perogative as a mom to spend more time with him, to observe him, and to know what is going on with him. From now on, he comes first. No ifs, ands or buts.

I'm kinda glad for this episode, but I wish it hadn't have come to this. I wish that I would have had the sense to pay attention to him on my own, and that something like this didn't have to develop to get my attention. He's such a good kid, he doesn't deserve to have to go through physical therapy and wearing these braces.

Well, now you know where we are, and what's going on. Keep him in your prayers, and give thanks that it wasn't something worse.