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Sometimes I Feel Like A Daughterless Mom
Have I mentioned that sometimes it’s hard to have a child you can’t get to when you know she needs you?
Or when you know, at least, that if she was five years old and this happened, she would have needed you? Or when you know, at the very least, that in the old days, you really did have a little girl who got all better with hugs and kisses from her good, old Mom?
My daughter, who is still in the mountains high above Kingston, Jamaica, working with kids at an orphanage there, has apparently inherited from my mother a disturbing propensity for falling in the john.
That’s right. She slipped getting into the shower and is now, in her words, “being tended to by two American nurses.”
The fingers in splints don’t worry me too much, although they sure would limit her ability to take care of the kiddos. But the “bruised ribs” thing? Too many unanswered questions for my blood. I’m praying there aren’t any broken bones in there, getting all tempted to puncture a lung or whatever else those puppies do. And, I’m sorry, but herniated discs aren’t much fun, either….
Right now, I’m waiting for more information than she gave me in the very sketchy email (due to busted fingers) she sent last night. She might not have sent it at all, if I hadn’t sent her one asking, “How shall we be praying for you right now?”
Moms know when stuff is happening, people. They just do. And boy do I wish I could get to her right now. Because the only thing better than being tended to by two American nurses is to throw one old-fashioned Mom into the mix.
I love you, Carrie Woman!
Aw. I know the feeling. I spoke with my son on the phone a few days ago. We chatted about this and that. Then I asked, “Anything specific we need to pray about for you?”
“Yeah. Pray for . . . everything.”
“‘Everything’ is specific?”
He took a breath and plunged in. An hour or so later we hung up. Thankfully my kids are firm believers in the power of Mom prayers, so I know they’ll open up when they need spiritual kisses on life’s boo boos. :)
May our gentle Lord tend your Carrie and speak healing to her. And peace to your Mommy heart.
Love, Jeanne
Posted by Jeanne Damoff on 04/20/06 at 07:30 AMI hope she is OK.
Take Care
MichaelPosted by Michael #2 on 04/20/06 at 07:38 AMI’ll be praying, too!
Posted by Carrie K. on 04/20/06 at 01:20 PMNot to worry, all is well…just sore today and a little bruised. But I’m sure nothing is broken. Becoming a pro at typing with 8 fingers. Thanks for the prayers!
Posted by Carrie Raymond on 04/20/06 at 06:18 PMJeanne—In a weird way, everything really is specific, huh? I mean, when your kid says “pray for everything,” you pretty much know what they’re talking about. Thank you for your kind words. I am praying for your son.
Take Care Michael #2—She’s pretty OK, just slowed down in her ability to get down and dirty with the kids she’s caring for. Can’t lift them, etc. She slipped and slammed her back on the SHARP edge of a step-in shower/tub. Ouch!
Carrie K—Thank you! She’ll be coming home from Kingston next weekend, after we’re already in the Old Country. I don’t like people flying all over the world at the same time I’m flying all over the world, but I need to get over it….
Carrie Raymond—Isn’t it nice how my other Carrie agreed early on to be Carrie K, so we could tell you apart? Only then I told Carrie K that your middle name is Kathleen! You poor little eight-fingered thing, you….Much love and many prayers.
Posted by Katy on 04/22/06 at 07:13 AM
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