Sunday, January 23, 2011

Laughter

"Mommy, I had a accident," Tyler called from the bathroom at my parents' house.

Poppa, ever the hands-on Grandpa and my hero, said, "I'll take care of it."

Seconds later, Dad called from the bathroom, "I'm gonna need some help in here. Extra hands, please." A little more than he'd bargained for.

Well, turns out, poor Tyler didn't make it in time. Almost, but just not quite. There was a yucky, poopy mess down the back of his jeans. (Forgive me for graphic details, but it's just how it goes.)

The plan was for Dad to lift Tyler, and I would slide his clothes off as smoothly as possible.

Except.

As Dad lifted him into the air, Tyler started kicking. I think he believed it would be helpful as I tried to get his pants off. But since his jeans were covered in poop, his kicking sent it everywhere.

Literally.

Gives a whole new meaning to 'the sh*t hit the fan.' Picture every degree of flinging. Poop. Everywhere. In giant, flying gobs.

Dad and I laughed until we cried. We didn't know where to begin to clean up this now-much-bigger mess. We were doubled over, and laughter poured out of us.

Just when we had gathered ourselves for the task at hand, Tyler said, "Poppa, there's more poop on my leg."

And Dad replied, "I know, Tyler. Mine too."

More laughter, rolling in waves.

If you asked God to give me laughter today, he sure was creative. And man, it felt so good.

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Today is January 23: Robb has been gone for one month.

I have survived and breathed through this first month of being a widow, this first month of life without him. I slept through most of today, perhaps 18 of the last 24 hours. I simply couldn't bring myself to do anything else. Today's joy was hard to find.

He has been gone for one month, and still my heart beats.

Sorrows like sea billows roll, and sometimes laughter comes in with the tide.

8 comments:

jmelt said...

So sad for you. Praying for y'all.

thewonderfulhappens said...

I am glad for the laughter, no matter how brief.

Peggy said...

I am so glad that Jesus gave you something to laugh over. I just read your account of your husband's illness and homegoing and I have cried tons of tears this morning. Your journey has challenged me to love Jesus more to lean on Him fully because, though life here is unpredictable and people enter and leave our lives, He never does. May your hope continue to be in Him. I am so thankful that Terry and Char Waibel introduced me to you and your blog!....blessings to you my cyber friend.

Heather said...

I found out about your blog thru a mutual friend. Just want to let you know I have been praying for you, and to thank you for sharing your story. It has touched me in ways I cannot explain in words. Praying that God will continue to sustain you day by day.

Leigh Ann said...

Oh, my. What a picture.
You and your precious boys are still in my prayers.

lani said...

laughter is great for ones soul, hope the waves come more often.

Mrs. MK said...

So thankful for the laughter in the unexpected. Praying for you.

Pastor Adam said...

That was funny, nasty and tearful. You covered a lot of emotions in that one. Keep writing.