I tend to be very competitive, and injuries are no exception. I figure, if I'm going to go through the trouble of accidentally injuring myself,
1. I might as well save time and do it right the first time.
2. I ought to have a really good story attached.
3. Results ought to be impressive.
If I'm gonna be in pain, I might as well be able to show it off. A strange life philosophy, but it's mine ;-)
Last spring I fell down my stairs and landed on my hip joint . . . a few stairs below . . . while carrying 25lbs of toddler weight. That injury was pretty epic! The bruise was black, like immediately, and had a pretty impressive diameter. Unfortunately, poor planning on my part resulted in not being able to show it off since it was located, uh, in the back. Ahem.
A whole lot of pain and no bragging rights for that one. And it took well over a month to heal. Bummer.
Last week, I apparently decided (unbeknownst to myself. Self, we need to talk. . . ) to preform some more of my
acrobatic clumsy stunts, and fall down the stairs again.
When I landed, I was particularly relieved that it wasn't as bad of a fall as last time. I wasn't in the horrendous pain of an immediate black bruise, after all. I landed pretty square, so I congratulated myself, stood up and carried on.
Except, I apparently missed what little piece of human structure I landed directly on--my tailbone.
It didn't start to hurt right away, but man has it been nagging at me ever since. Pick up a kid, it calls my name. Pick up a toy, oh hello there. Sit up, we meet again. Get into the car, ouch.
I played a game of "king of the couch" with my boys the other day. I didn't even land on it, but must have jarred it just enough to leave me flat on the floor in so much pain. If my kids happen to tell you that momma broke her butt, I'm sorry. It was the only way I could think of at the moment to explain at the moment why momma no longer wanted to play . . . much less move. Anywho . . .
Sometimes, it's the little things that get ya'. The little things that are so easy to forget. I don't spend time thinking about my tailbone, but apparently it is quite important to my everyday functioning.
Since it was Valentine's weekend, my little injury had me thinking about my marriage. Sometimes, it's the little things I forget about.
We had a den of foxes in our backyard a couple years ago. They looked so cute and innocent, so harmless. They were easy to brush aside, forget about. I think sometimes we look at that verse and think of the obvious, but "smaller" sins. Or maybe even the big stuff we think won't hurt us, but it eventually does. I think the definition here can be broad, sometimes the sins of omission can be as great as the sins of commission.
It's easy to forget the little things. To think they won't matter. Can we be honest? Sometimes, it feels more pressing to be momma than be wife. You know what I mean?
I used to run over and kiss him as soon as he got home.
I used to make an effort to surprise him with little things.
I used to make our bed, even though it doesn't matter to me, because it matters to him.
I used to take time to date him.
The little things.
But, life happens and two kids later, well, I'm quite happy if we survived the day without chapstick or crayon on the windows. The little things are easy to forget about. They become the little foxes.
Until they become the big things. And we realize those little harmless things were really doing harm all along.
My tailbone is little, but right now it is front and center in my mind. Every move I make is carefully calculated to ensure I don't hurt it more. The little thing is pretty important. And you better believe, the next time I fall I'll be taking more care to not land directly on that little piece!
Our marriage is important, and so are the little things in it. We may not notice the little things we have forgotten right now, but at some point those will become the painful, nagging areas. Eventually, we won't be operating at our full potential together because the little things were forgotten about.
I've been making an effort the last couple months to remember the little things, and this non-glorious injury has been my little reminder. It's easy to let motherhood become the consuming title in this season of life. And, our kids are pretty important.
But the title of wife came first.
And when these little people grow up and leave us, it'll just be "he and I" again. I don't want to get to that point and find that the little things became the big things that now have us limping along.
So dear momma friend, let's take some time today to remember one of those little things--whether it's kissing him when he gets home, putting on some makeup and styling our hair a way he likes, surprises, a date night, talking(bonus points for arranging for no interruptions!)--and make them the priority. Sometimes, it's the little things that matter.
Oh, and if you happen to find yourself falling down the stairs, maybe finding a way to land on your feet is the best option. Hip and tailbone haven't worked out so well ;-)