Denise over at Victory Road does these great blog post called I can't afford it, but its mine. She talks about moments and blessings in our lives that can't be given a price tag. I was having a really rough morning the other day when I hopped on over to read her post...it really hit home...and humbled me.
Last week, on Lyla's Birthday, Jude had his top front tooth accidentally knocked out. He hit a metal bar and chipped the tooth right off at the gum line (uggg just typing that made me squirm). I was so upset. If we had not had a house full of guest I probably would have started to cry right there in our living room. I was upset for a lot of reasons...the thought of how painful it must have been for him, his poor little mouth bled all night long, the fact that he was going to have to go to the dentist...and get the rest of his tooth pulled out ... and all the drama and anxiety that goes along with that, I wondered if he get teased because he will have to go around toothless for at least a year or more (he starts kindergarten in the fall, kids can be mean), and the big selfish tug was at my mamas heart, you see his cute little gabbed baby teeth are one one my favorite features about him...and to me personally when your kids lose their baby teeth it means they are really growing up...and bam in less than 30 seconds...he was grown up.
With all that said, the next morning I was so nervous about taking him to the dentist, and read Denise's post...I can't afford it, but it's mine...I the mist of worry, anger, and just plain throwing myself a pity party...I felt God really tug at my heart. It really wasn't a big deal. It was just a tooth...a baby tooth at that. He was a healthy strong boy. He wasn't laying in a hospital bed somewhere...he isn't sick fighting for his life...he just lost a tooth...a tooth that will grow back.
So with that said...
My children's health...I can't afford it, but it's mine.