This week’s post will not be very long. Physically, I am having a hard time sitting in front of the computer. Yesterday, I fell on my front porch that was glazed with a deceiving layer of ice. Actually, “fell” isn’t a strong enough description. When I replay the fall, I see my legs slip out with such force that they were higher than my head and the top of my rear end slams down on the edge of the concrete step. I roll over, screaming in pain, tears come to my eyes. A neighbor who was outside shoveling rushes over and helps me up. He salts the sidewalk for me and tells me to ask for help if I need anything.
Unbelievably, this happened 2 hours after I bought new Holiday Nights tickets from a Facebook friend who couldn’t attend. (If you hadn’t read last week’s post, “Dealing With It,” go do it now, I’ll wait.)
Remember, Holiday Nights was the event we couldn’t go to due to the huge snowstorm that pounded the entire southern portion of Michigan last Sunday. The event was sold out for this weekend, so when the opportunity to buy tickets presented itself, Tommy and I were ecstatic. Adding to our anticipation, the temperature was supposed to be not too cold, and with our recent days of snow, the event would be festive.
And then I fell. I fell and my immediate response, besides the literal pain-in-the-butt, was that this injury was going to prevent us from attending Holiday Nights AGAIN.
Not this time. Last time, the roadblock was Mother Nature. Last time, the control was out of my hands. This time I was in control. I wasn’t going to let an injury roadblock stop us. I COULD walk, slowly. I COULD sit, gingerly. I COULD climb steps, barely. So we bundled up and off we went.
And there wasn’t a moment in the entire evening when I regretted the decision. We were on our feet for most of the 4-hour event. There were times when we had to navigate slick spots, walk through snow covered paths, and climb steep steps. There were times I had to remind my excited son, “Mommy can’t walk fast right now.”
But the whole point of going to Holiday Nights was realized. We toured the historic homes of George Washington Carver, Noah Webster, Thomas Edison and the Wright Brothers, among others. We enjoyed seeing the holiday decorations and customs from long ago. We squeezed into a one-room schoolhouse where Tommy wrote a message to Santa on a Christmas postcard. We trudged through the snow to the post office procured from Connecticut so Tommy could place his postcard in the red “Letters to Santa” mailbox.
We joined the crowd that gathered around a house where Santa and his elf stood on a widow’s walk. Santa was announcing names on the Naughty and Nice lists and saying hello to all. I was able to see the wonder in my son’s eyes as Santa announced, “And Tommy is here and he’s on the Nice List.”
So, yes another potential roadblock occurred yesterday. And sometimes a roadblock IS a roadblock. You can’t go around it. You can’t detour. You just have to deal with it.
But sometimes what appears to be a roadblock, is really a speed bump. Sometimes you just need to slow down, proceed with care, and then continue on your route.