Life from the perspective of a woman trying to keep many plates spinning.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Strength

"the degree to which something is strong or powerful"


I love going through photos.  I have a box of family heirloom photos and a ton of pictures of the kids.  I have every intention of neatly organizing all of them into a series of scrapbooks that will be cherished by the generations to come.  I'm just lacking in time.  My mom said she would help if she ever got the flu and took time off of work.  I'm still waiting.


I came across this picture and couldn't help smiling.  (Before anyone gets worked up, finish scrolling down.  No calls to human services, please!)  This is my strong little girl.  She has had many bumps throughout her few years, but never falls without getting back up.
This is Paige when she was 2.  Xavier was only 6 weeks old.  We packed everyone up to spend Christmas with my grandparents in Mississippi.  Everything was going great.  We were there for a few days without any incident.  We opened presents on Christmas morning without any catastrophes.  Pretty amazing with a 2 year old and 6 week old!  Just as we were sitting down to breakfast, Paige did a face plant (maybe eye plant would be more accurate?) into a brick mantle.  Jay, my mom, aunt, and grandmother all loaded up to take Paige to the emergency room.  2 or 3 hours later they were back.  Paige had 7 stitches, a bright purple swollen shut eye, and nifty hand sewn bear.  She was ready to play.  The grown ups were ready for a nap.
It really is amazing how resilient kids are.  Paige bounced back.  She was back to her smiling, playing, loud self in no time.  She was very willing to help back Daddy a cake for New Years Eve, as long as she could help with (and by help, I mean stick her hold hand in) the frosting.  

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