Last night I got every parent’s scariest text message. Here’s a screen shot of what I saw as I was getting ready to go out for the evening.
It was a text message from Patrick.
My cell phone
First of all I should tell you that Patrick is fine. A little shaken up, but not physically injured.
And the second thing I’ll share is the little Life lesson I learned in a flash of a moment. Do you mind? Because it seems rather important to slow down and focus on these kinds of jolting moments after they pass, mostly because I never fail to discover some kernel of wisdom left behind in the aftermath.
Today I’ve been reminded of how easy it is to take things for granted.
Patrick’s brush with danger last night was really a startling reminder of how precious Life truly is when it’s downright ordinary. When our days are filled with simple details like writing grocery lists and winding ribbon around Christmas garland.
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I was reminded that Life is actually an incredulous joyride when we can go about our day swaddled in the warm, reassuring knowledge that those we love are safe.
I was reminded that feeling strong and healthy and having a job and the ability to pay for medical insurance are fabulous blessings that rain down on most of us everyday, like shiny stardust from the heavens.
Only it’s easy to overlook the basic stuff when we keep such a busy pace.
I was reminded how much I love and admire my husband, because he’s my calm and steady rock during unsettling times.
And I was reminded how important it is to choose the positive path whenever you come to a tough fork in the road. I’ve learned that this is crucial. It’s the one thing we can have control over when Life is sending us turbulent winds. We can be determined to focus our eyesight on the positive.
This is what we did last night when we got ready for bed. After the last long-distance phone call was over, Mr. Moss and I both took a deep breath and sat a moment in the quiet room. And we agreed that it could have been so much worse.
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In the end, we were thankful that Patrick wasn’t hurt. That there wasn’t a passenger in the car. That there wasn’t another car involved. That we have good auto insurance. That we’re members of an tow service that will tow his car to a repair shop. That he has an amazing support system of friends who will get him to school during this last week of classes. The list goes on and on without too much thinking.
But it always ends in this.
Patrick is OK.
That’s really all that matters in the end. And everything else fades into inconsequential blurriness.
Today I’ve been reminded that happiness is ultimately a choice. And today our proverbial cup is gloriously full.
It seems that Christmas came early at our house. Sigh.
How about you. What’s going on in your world?
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