From my work affirmation thingy last Thursday night:
"If anyone in the Arrow office holds he world record of embracing more of life's challenges that anyone we know, it's you Jane." ...
After the certificate had been handed to me, one of the newer board members, whom I had just met for the first time, said to me, "I'm interested to know your story. It sounds like you've had alot of obstacles to overcome..."
That embarassed me. "Actually, I've had a pretty good life. I'm just a drama queen whenever things don't go as planned," I responded.
Yeesh. How awful. To be known as the one who has a challenging life.
Honestly. I just want to be a princess. Not some feminist who swashbuckles her way through challenges.
This afternoon I was sitting at my dining room table praying my little heart out for Max when the phone rang.
It was Max, on his way home from Osoyoos.
They were in an accident on the curved bit of highway near Princeton and he was in an ambulance on his way to the hospital to get x-rays.
A few hours later, another call.
He's fine. But the car was undrivable, so they are getting a ride back into Langley with the tow truck driver.
You know what?
Being a mother is The Absolute Hardest Job on the Planet.
And that's pretty much all I've got to say about the whole incident.
Except to say that the time period before a holiday should be one of joyful anticipation. And this? This last week?
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Max and Brian are OK
2. A fun dinner with Daryl, Jule, Mandi, Drew, Clint, Mom and Dad.
3. Friends who are gracious to drive me and my kids to the airport. Friends who are OK with watering my geraniums. Friends who are praying for my kids. Friends.