What's a Mother to Do???

My youngest child got knocked out by a rock or a brick and was rushed to the hospital early Sunday morning. I hate those early morning phone calls from the police, hospitals, uncles, etc. No crushed bones around his eye socket, but there is a hairline fracture.

Never fear, he landed on both feet as usual. I think he's down to about life number 6 or 7 or 5.

I remember getting a phone call many years ago a little after midnight from the hospital when Nick Jr was hit by a car while riding his motor cycle. Shudder! No helmet! Only a broken nose and slight concussion. Oh yeah, and then there was the time the phone rang at 8 in the morning from the police; Xela had rolled her Jeep, slid on the top for 50+ yards on I-10 near the Miracle Mile exit. No injuries, only glass and gravel in her hair from sliding upside down. To be fair I've received adrenalin rushing phone calls about Jorgen and Gens as well.

I'm hoping I can survive this "career choice" of motherhood, and to endure it well. Some days are better than others. There have been a few phone calls such as, "Mom, I need your prayers, my wife's mother is really sick, please pray for her," and "Mom, I've messed up, I want to get my life in order and go on a mission." Another phone call, "being away from home has helped me realize how much I love you and appreciate all you've done for me." Then of course there was the phone call from a son who said, "you're going to be a grandma!!" These phone calls are the ones that have made the trials of mothering all worth it, every second. It is true, there must needs be opposition in all things, for if we don't know the bitter how can we taste of the sweet!