It started off as a regular Friday evening. I did the usual weekly grocery run, and as Daddy’s car pulled up at the taxi stand, I took a big step forward with a heavy load of groceries. Before I knew it, I slipped, lost my balance and plummeted onto the coarse tar road. The weight of my frame landed solely on my knees, I let out a painful yelp and slumped there paralyzed momentarily as curious passers-by looked on.
The quick-witted Dana yelled for Daddy to step out of the car quickly. I was half-wincing in pain and half muttering under my breath, ‘how clumsy of me…”. Dana was shocked to witness the fall and young as she was, she hovered around and tried to assist Daddy in getting me up on my feet…
In her bid to calm me, she uttered “Don’t worry ok Mommy, think of something happy and the pain will go away….” This triggered a sense of ‘de-ja-vu’, because it sounds exactly like what I’ve said to her when she fractured her toe two years ago, and now she’s repeating them back to me! (Goes to show that what goes around comes around huh, even in the least expected circumstances)…As she was helping me to the car, she put her tiny arms around my shoulders and added, “I’ll put oil on your knees when we get home ok Mommy…Don’t cry, God will heal you…I’ll pray for you…”
These past 2 days, whenever I had to limp around, she’ll be the first to spring to my aid, “I’ll hold your hand Mommy, I won’t let you fall…”
I can’t explain why hearing these words touched me deeply. Maybe because I had subconsciously subscribed to the belief that she’s a Daddy’s girl, that she prefers Daddy over me (for good reasons I must admit for he plays with her more than I do…I’m the disciplinarian in the house). Hence, I’m comforted that even though she just turned 6, her sense of empathy and compassion is strong enough for her to forgo her own needs to put her Mommy first. There is this sweet sense of assurance from God that, she is my daughter and no matter what happens, she will stand by me in times of need…
I’m writing this post for myself because I know my memory is short-lived. In the days ahead whenever she upsets me or on days when I doubt her appreciation for me, I will revisit this and remember with all conviction that my daughter loves me and she means every word when she says ‘I love you Mommy’.
P.S. I’m in this season of my life where I wonder if I have any ‘true’ friends…I posted a photo of the X-ray room at the hospital’s 24 Hour Emergency Clinic where I sought medical attention yesterday evening. The doctor suspects torn ligaments and have referred me to an orthopedic specialist for further tests. Many FB friends and family members saw the updates and posted get-well greetings. Some went one step further to PM/Whatsapp me (and David) to ask how I was coping. Our cell group members activated prayer support and offered to visit/ render practical help. Thank you all so much for caring, for putting love in action. For someone whose love language is affirmation, these gestures mean the world to me. Through this (unfortunate) episode, I got my answer – that imperfect as I am, I matter to a small group of friends. What a comforting revelation this is the week before my birthday…So tonight, I offered each of your names to God and ask that He touch your lives in a most special way as it did mine.
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