I took the kids for a ride on the golf cart Sunday while we were visiting my parents and thought I broke my 20 month old daughter's nose at one point. "Deer! Jonathan cried and without thinking I slammed on the brake and then reached for
Grace sitting on the seat next to me so I could lift her up to see the deer. The issue is, she wasn't there for me to grab. Golf carts don't have seat belts and Grace isn't very heavy so she was in the floor with her face pressed up against the front of the cart. I can't tell you how many times I've picked up this child and expected to see blood gushing from her face but haven't.
This was one of those times. She had tears and a look of confusion on her face but her smile came back pretty fast as I held her on my lap for the rest of the ride.
Her brother seemed to want to get injured since he thought it was funny to jump off and on the cart while it was moving. The thing cruises along at 15 mph most of the time but I still pictured him tripping and falling under a tire. The one time I didn't mind him jumping was when he jumped into the high grass to grab me a bunch of flowers. Well, I did mind a little because I'm a mom and of course I thought about how there are ticks in that grass and how he was only wearing shorts.
I'm reading a book by Ken Davis called Fully Alive and I'm trying to follow his suggestions of pushing fear aside and trusting God so I can live life to its fullest but I wasn't sure if walking in the high, tick-infected grass was living with abandon or just being plain stupid. I prayed over the grass and walked in for a few photos before dashing out again and hoping none of the little Lyme Disease carrying monsters were drilling their heads into my skin. Yes, this is the way my brain works.
I'm working on it, Ken, but old habits die hard.