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We All Fall Down

There are days when you wake up alert and bright as the morning sun. The sky is clear and the day is fresh and you are content to linger in the perfection. Then suddenly you're looking up to the sky from the ground and wondering, "How did I get here?" 

A summer sunrise in Nobob, Kentucky.

A summer sunrise in Nobob, Kentucky.

Today was one of those gorgeous mornings. Like many that occur living in the country. There was a bright sunlight to admire and a good night's sleep to appreciate. I was in a good mood and both kids were too. Simplicity and peace during the morning routine. Lorna did well studying for her spelling test practice and was off to impress. Later, it was time for Tristan's bus. With true abandon, we both began to run as soon as we left the porch. The bus had already made it's first pass to return for us after turning around. I suddenly felt as if an invisible force had grabbed my foot. A tree root that with recent exposure due to the moisture of heavy rain and multiple melted snows. My body began to fall without regard to physical safety or providing me the reflexes to prevent such a calamity. I felt the world spin around me as I twisted myself to ease my landing as much as possible. I saw the sun rise higher in the sky as I fell in perceived slow motion to the earth. I watched as ahead of me, my son also fell. I wondered if he too had tripped on something or had fell while looking back because I had. What irony.

I lay on the ground in pain rather than embarrassment. My knee had yet again taken the bulk of the impact. My small 5'1"-5'2" frame is about 40lbs overweight, so it was like a wrecking ball had forced me to the ground. My poor knee has already endured enough injuries. From landing on the hard gym floor during high school volleyball match to running into the hard metal door on my back deck. I definitely didn't need to do this to it. I wondered for a moment if anyone had seen me. Or if the bus would arrive and have to pick me up of the ground. Failure. Age. Weakness. Negative thoughts existed for a moment in the darkness of my mind. Then suddenly a spark. I heard Tristan laughing and my eyes blinked as I realized that I too was laughing. Real laughter. Something that I've long missed battling depression.

So I picked myself up and together we laughed and laughed (and limped!) to the bus. Both with no permanent injury and also feeling silly. To explain the laughter, I told the bus driver that he just missed us both falling. That I had tripped on a tree root and no idea what got him. He'd replied with a smile, "I'd liked to have seen that". Tristan departed for school and I limped my bruised ego and soon to be bruised knee to the house so I could lick my wounds. Or just change my muddy pants.

The moral of the story, is that things go wrong. Life happens. You're knocked down to the ground and it's hard to find the motivation to get up. You can choose to lay there on the ground or get up and move on.

Today was one of those gorgeous mornings. Like many that occur living in the country. There was a bright sunlight to admire and a good night's sleep to appreciate. I was in a good mood and both kids were too. Simplicity and peace during the morning routine. Lorna did well studying for her spelling test practice and was off to impress. Later, it was time for Tristan's bus. With true abandon, we both began to run as soon as we left the porch. The bus had already made it's first pass to return for us after turning around. I suddenly felt as if an invisible force had grabbed my foot. A tree root that with recent exposure due to the moisture of heavy rain and multiple melted snows. My body began to fall without regard to physical safety or providing me the reflexes to prevent such a calamity. I felt the world spin around me as I twisted myself to ease my landing as much as possible. I saw the sun rise higher in the sky as I fell in perceived slow motion to the earth. I watched as ahead of me, my son also fell. I wondered if he too had tripped on something or had fell while looking back because I had. What irony.

I lay on the ground in pain rather than embarrassment. My knee had yet again taken the bulk of the impact. My small 5'1"-5'2" frame is about 40lbs overweight, so it was like a wrecking ball had forced me to the ground. My poor knee has already endured enough injuries. From landing on the hard gym floor during high school volleyball match to running into the hard metal door on my back deck. I definitely didn't need to do this to it. I wondered for a moment if anyone had seen me. Or if the bus would arrive and have to pick me up of the ground. Failure. Age. Weakness. Negative thoughts existed for a moment in the darkness of my mind. Then suddenly a spark. I heard Tristan laughing and my eyes blinked as I realized that I too was laughing. Real laughter. Something that I've long missed battling depression.

So I picked myself up and together we laughed and laughed (and limped!) to the bus. Both with no permanent injury and also feeling silly. To explain the laughter, I told the bus driver that he just missed us both falling. That I had tripped on a tree root and no idea what got him. He'd replied with a smile, "I'd liked to have seen that". Tristan departed for school and I limped my bruised ego and soon to be bruised knee to the house so I could lick my wounds. Or just change my muddy pants.

The moral of the story, is that things go wrong. Life happens. You're knocked down to the ground and it's hard to find the motivation to get up. You can choose to lay there on the ground or get up and move on.