The sound of my breaking bone still rings in my ears.
We were ice skating at the end of a family vacation in the mountains. The ice rink was jam-packed with busloads of kids who’d arrived just as we were putting our skates on.
One of them darted right in front of me and sent my legs flying.
As I landed with a thud, I heard the crack of my ankle bone and felt the searing pain of an injury that would take me off my feet (doctor’s orders) for three solid weeks.
The cost of getting better
After a long and painful ride home from our mountain getaway, my husband lovingly arranged pillows on our living room sofa and placed a small bell on a table next to me. Then—to my daughters’ horror— he made a chore list for each of them, complete with dish-washing, clothes-folding, and floor-sweeping.
Over the next few days, friends from church delivered meals, along with flowers, cards, and gestures of sympathy.
At that time, I was a busy, tired mom. My days were filled with cooking, cleaning, chauffering, homework, carpool lines, church activities, and—the list was endless.
Now, in the blink of an eye, I was relieved from my responsibilities. Completely free from all my commitments.
I should have seen what was coming. Instead, I was blindsided.
One morning my husband brought me a freshly brewed cup of coffee and said, “Well, today’s the day you’ve been waiting for. You get your walking cast!”
And I froze.
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