Leaving Oz

Why Should We Ever Doubt That God is in Control?

Last week, my almost two-year-old son broke out in hives. First it was a small blotchy looking thing on his face which went away pretty quickly. I was hoping that was the end of it. But it wasn’t.

So, being the first-time and semi-over anxious mom that I am, I called our doctor’s office. Was it an allergic reaction to something he ate? Would it get worse? Should I give him Benadryl? What do I need to watch out for? Ohhhh the questions I had running through my mind.

Before I go any further, let me take a step back. Before I had my BL, I was pretty easy going in terms of health issues. Nothing really ever bothered me. Every little ache or pain always seemed to resolve itself on its own.

Reminder to Self: Even If It's Old to Me, It’s New to Him

I was driving BL home from his gym class and realized that I hadn’t prepared lunch for either of us. So, I decided to stop by our local supermarket to buy lunch. Since I was only grabbing a few things, I thought it wouldn’t be too bad to have him walk along side me in the market while I shopped.

Right when we got into the market he ran to look at the flowers. That should have been my cue to get a cart or to just go home. I was hungry and tired (just like BL) and thought we could push through. But, I was wrong. He wanted to stop and look at everything. Every bag was a new toy. Every food item was something to throw. I would tell him to stop playing with the food and follow me. But, he was too enamored with his new “toys” to stop and only wanted more.

I got more and more frustrated every time he would stop and point at something new. By the end of our 10 minute outing, everything I said to him was a command. “Come here. Stop that. Don’t touch this”. He knew I was mad at him and started crying…”Great, just what I need” I thought. “Get home, get his lunch ready and then let the nanny take care of him. I’m done.”