This morning I found a blog called We Are That Family...you know the ones
Very funny post and I tell you it so struck a cord with me.
However the harps starting screaming the cords to me, that WE the Rice's, are such a kindred spirit to these people, when this afternoon I was surrounded by 9 French emergency personnel in my living room.
No, not a Rice family as the center of attention, worse yet, the child that I was babysitting!!!!
He fell from the bunk bed ladder and it went down hill from there.
He took a brief nap to awake to his mother walking in the door and then he began to vomit.
I would say within 10-15 minutes of the phone call, my living room was filled to capacity with help for little Marlow.
He was brave and scared all at the same time and his mother was a vision of calm.
I, on the other hand, sat on my couch holding on to Aidan feeling as if I was drowning in a sea of French.
Everyone spoke in French back and forth and they were all very good with Marlow. However, my only thought was I want to go HOME!!!
Thank heavens Marlow's mother speaks French and GOOD French at that! She was amazing. If this was to happen to me, I am sad to say that the picture would not be so good. Today it hit me. What the crap am I doing? I would be a mess as the mother surrounded by the people speaking a foreign language about my son/daughter.
So I'm taking a deep breath and saying thank you, thank you to God that Marlow is doing okay right now. They took him to the Children's Hospital, where he still is as of now, and so far so good. He has one more scan to make sure he did not fracture his skull (ARGhhhh) and then he is in the clear. So let's all pray and cross our fingers that Marlow will be up and running again in no time!
In the meantime, I've put the ladder to the bunk beds away!
Not to mention I have new found desire to study my French Lesson.