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Everything for a Reason

The epiphany is this: I don’t want to live in IF-Land.  I don’t even want to visit very often.

There’s no peace there.

Just more ifs.

If I had slept in this morning instead of driving in the dark to play basketball at an hour that no longer resonates with my brain, in shoes I had to wipe the dust off, with men who were former colleagues and men who were former students, then…

then I wouldn’t have crumpled with the ball in mid-jump-stop on the left wing with my knee buckled somewhere beneath me after first shifting unnaturally right and then left.


I’d still be sleeping.

But if I wasn’t clinging to a pair of crutches, gimping around the house like a one-legged rabbit and rubbing my arm pits raw, I wouldn’t have known how capable my seven year old was at preparing eggs from first crack to the salt and pepper on the plate.

I wouldn’t have known that playing UNO Attack at the table works just as well as the floor.

I wouldn’t have known I could trust my daughter to walk her brother from the parking lot in to preschool–alone…I wouldn’t have known that’d he’d let her.  I wouldn’t have known she would tap his teacher on the shoulder and explain that he needed help handing out his valentines.  I wouldn’t have known…

But I know now.


4 Responses to “Everything for a Reason”

  1. Alyssa says:

    Aww. . . what a sweet little girl you have. Made me tear up. Hoping for a speedy recovery 🙂

  2. Linda H says:

    I’m so sorry to hear you injured your knee again. I hope you heal up quickly. Your little helper is a great gal. She has always been the “little mother” type. I’ll keep you all in my prayers.

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