sooo, last night was night number two for the big girl bed…molly was showing it off to our visitors…people drove a half an hour just to see her big girl bed…ok, they took mommy out to dinner too…but the excitement was still there…once again we were getting a bath and the “baba” a little ahead of our established schedule…but our night at home together was going quite well…molly went to bed on her own and even when mommy came home and was talking on the phone…she never once got out of bed…
there were a couple of screams during the night, but those are typical…i think she argues with the monkey and the lion in her bed…all while she is fast asleep…but then it happened…5:00am…i heard a thud, followed by a scream…i was out of bed and across the house before she could take the deep breath and scream again…sure enough, there she was…laying on the floor just beside her big girl bed…
sooo, we just had to rock…for the next fifteen minutes…she never made a peep, just cuddled up to daddy…but she wasn’t going back to sleep…so i told her that she needed to get back in the big girl bed and go “ni-night”…i put her back in bed and away she went…it took a few minutes, but we were good to go…
i was reminded of a time in my life where i fell…HARD…it was so hard that i wasn’t the only one that was feeling the pain…so did those who were closest to me…i’ve learned a lot from that time in my life, but i’m learning something new from it this morning…
i’m seeing it from my Father’s perspective…i caught a glimpse of what He felt, when His son fell…there wasn’t anything that could have stopped me from getting to my daughter this morning…i was RUNNING…i was dodging furniture, and a big cat…and i was there to pick her up and hold her when she fell…just as my Father was there for me when fell…HARD…just as He is there for all of His children each time they fall…
it reminds me of a story in scripture…take the time to read it today…
this morning i’m thanking God for picking me up and holding me…as i see things from a whole new prespective…i’m thanking Him for being so creative in the ways that He teaches me things…i’m thanking Him for protecting molly as she fell!!!
thud…scream…daddy to the rescue!!!
love stories like that. I’m a die hard sappy dad of 2 little boys. One almost 2 and the other 3 weeks old.
That is a wonderful picture. You are great at using all the moments you share with Molly as teaching lessons for yourself and us.