Do you remember when you first learned your parents were human? As in, they made mistakes. They had opinions that were different from your own. They didn't have all the answers. By the time I truly understood this I was in my early twenties. Most kids probably realized it far sooner, but I've always put my parents on an exceedingly high pedestal, and I'll fight anyone who says they don't belong there.
My brother and I are so lucky.
you realize your parents are human, it's a relief but also quite
terrifying... They make mistakes. They have opinions that are
different from your own. They don't have all the answers. And on top
of that, they are not immune to pain.
Last fall, my mom
sent a text and asked if I had time to chat. I called and we exchanged
a few (forced) pleasantries before she dropped the bomb. "Your dad's
going to be fine.... But he's been in a motorcycle accident." My dad,
my helmet-wearing, rule-following dad, was hurt. His lung had collapsed
and he had many broken ribs. He was in the hospital and would stay
there for several days. When mom first shared this with me, I remember
holding my breath until I knew he was going to be ok.
he was bruised pretty badly, it could've been so much worse. His
helmet was destroyed and his bike was totaled. But to hear his story...
it was so obvious God was watching over him that day. I know God is
omnipresent, but I think he took a break from everyone else for that
moment and made my dad his priority. I say that as a joke, but really?
I kind of believe it.
My parents visited us a few
weeks ago and while they were here my mom casually told me about a lump
she'd found. They were going to biopsy it the following week. She
didn't seem concerned so I wasn't concerned. Last week she sent a quick
text and let me know it was Stage 0 (completely contained) breast
cancer. She would be having surgery followed by six weeks of
radiation. Once again, I held my breath while reading the text. And
once again, it was (is) a terrible situation that could've been so much
I'm not sure why I'm writing about all of
this. Maybe it's a PSA: Wear your helmet. Perform self-evaluations.
Or maybe it's so I can finally get all of this on "paper" and give my
hurting heart a bit of a break. It's scary when you understand--when
you really understand--that your parents have a beginning and an
end on this earth. And it made me realize that even though I learned
they were human 10 years ago, I still thought they were unbreakable.
I love to wrap up each blog post with a
neat little bow, but I'm not there yet. While a small part of me can't
help but think, "Why them? Why now?" a much bigger part is just so
thankful they're still here.
I'm thankful we serve a
God who doesn't make mistakes. Who does have all the answers. And who
holds it all together while I hold my breath.
My mom had surgery this morning. Please keep her in your prayers!