Wouldn’t it be great if we could just dance easily through life without a care in the world? Reality, though she means well, will never let us.
Life is hard.
Life is tiring.
Life is stressful.
But life is also fun and joy
to those who choose to see it that way.
I wish I could say I face each day of life joyfully, but to my despair, most days I don’t. And on July 23, I felt this way. It was the day of Jayden’s return visit to her GI specialist. After several visits to many doctors now, I have grown accustomed to the feeling of being let down. My heart was not up for it again.
The long ride did nothing to enhance my mood. Did you know we had a very limited supply of Pediatric GI Specialist? Neither did I until January of this year. That’s why we drove 3 1/2 hours for a less than 30 minute exam. When you add heavy traffic and hundred degree temps you have the perfect recipe for a big slice of irritability.
When we arrived our motel room after the appointment, all Mike and I wanted to do was take a nap. Our 8-year-old social butterfly had a different plan though. We tried to discourage her at first then my mind went back to an article I had previously read on Carolyn Mallon’s Distracted Mom Blog site titled, “Building a Strong Relationship with Your Child.” (I’m not going to go into great details about the post, but I do ask you follow the link at the end of this blog and read it for yourself. It really made an impact on me and reminded me of several truths I already knew. )
According to Carolyn, Jayden was bidding for my time. She was asking me for a date. My little girl wanted to dance with me. Certainly, I could oblige.
With a sigh, I agreed to go with her to the pool. My husband the great protector of his family groaned and said he would go too. I must tell you that it was a long and awkward journey to the pool. Here we were in our bathing suits, flip-flops with a beach towel draped over our arms riding the elevator with business men and women. We passed by several business meetings where the men at the table where dressed in suit and ties and the women dressed neatly in knee-length skirts with matching jackets. Each had their nice pens, briefcases and laptops displayed in orderly fashion before them. You can imagine the looks we received.
Fortunate for us, there was only one other family at the pool. It didn’t take our Jayden long to make friends with the cutest little 3-year-old you’ve ever seen. The little girl was completely fascinated with Jayden’s ability to swim under water. She laughed and clapped as Jayden entertained her with hand stands, cartwheels and flips of all kinds in the water.
During Jayden’s performance Mike and I talked with the adults whom we found out were the grandparents of this delighted princess. They were staying at the hotel because the grandfather had an appointment at the same hospital early the next morning. We talked for a while and got to know each other. It wasn’t long before the night air began to set in and the water began to get cold. Mike and I decided to get out of the pool. As we sat at a table drying off and watching Jayden swim, neither one of us prepared for what was about to take place.
We were discussing the doctors report when the grandfather got out of the pool to go to the restroom. The very next minute I found myself screaming while Mike ran towards the restroom area. The grandfather had slipped on the tile just inside the restroom area. It took me a minute to grasp what had just took place but soon I was up and running too.
The grandmother, who was still in the pool, was oblivious to what had happened and began asking us, “What’s wrong?” I told her that her husband had fallen and hit his head. Mike was already getting towels and trying to talk to the grandfather. Jayden and I took the little girl with us while the grandmother ran to her husband. His head was bleeding profusely. The grandmother took over applying one towel after another and Mike ran inside to tell management to call 911.
Mike soon returned and continued to minister to the husband and wife team, I was trying to keep Jayden and their granddaughter occupied. It was during this terrible ordeal, I got to see what my daughter was made of. She did not get hysterical, whine or complain because her fun was interrupted. Rather she began to minister love to the little Princess. I watched as she got a chair for little girl. She helped her take off her “floaties”, got her a towel, and even put her shoes on for her.
I watched in amazement as she took this little girl by the hand and began to say to her, “Your Papa’s going to be alright. Jesus is here watching out for him.” I looked on with tears in my eyes and a heart full of pride as Jayden closed her eyes and whispered a prayer for the family.
We did not leave them until the ambulance came for Grandpa and the little girls parents arrived. Heading back to our room each of us realized we had witnessed something divine. It wasn’t just coincidence that this happened while we were there. No, God had given Jayden the desire to go to the pool. It was meant for us to be there to talk with this family. It was meant for us to be there so we could not only share Jesus through our words, but also in our actions.
By saying yes, and taking the time to “dance” with our own Cinderella, Mike and I were blessed to see how compassionate and caring our little girl was. Her love for others goes deeper than just having someone to hang out with or to play with. Her love drives her to take time to share her life with others. There in those terrifying moments, we watched as our eight-year-old became a hero!
This wasn’t the first time we’d seen Jayden comfort another child, but it was the first time under these circumstances. In Carolyn Mallone’s article, she suggest the only way we truly know our children, who they are and who they will become, is by spending time with them. I will forever be thankful for this moment in time when we decided to “dance” with our daughter.
The next time you are thinking about saying, “No”, or “I’m too busy”, remember the time you spend with your child is not wasted or in vain. Not only will your child benefit from it, so will you. I’d lot rather Jayden remember our together times than remember how clean my house was or whether the dishes were washed and the laundry done. When she talks of me with her children, I want her to relish in the fact that Mama took time to “dance” with her. I want her to know she mattered above all else to me.
Behold, children are a gift of the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies in the gate.
Psalm 127:3-5 NASB
Father, I pray You would always remind me what I very special treasure you have given me in my daughter. May I never take for granted to person she is. She is Your child. Special, compassionate and loving. Thank You for allowing me the opportunity to learn from her. Now, I pray You shelter her. Give her a heart for You and a heart for all mankind. In Jesus name, I pray. AMen
Please take time to read—http://www.thedistractedmom.com/building-a-strong-relationship/