She stood up too fast. She went down faster. Two minutes later that daughter of mine came to in a basket of folded laundry, a brass lampshade on her head. Everyone found that funny.
Amanda did too, until the headache from hell began and didn鈥檛 stop. Until the sounds of a houseful of busy children spawned a tornado in her head. Until she couldn鈥檛 read her texts, or remember what to call her husband or the room with a toilet in it.
A month later, between therapy appointments, she spends hours in her room daily, like she did as a teenager. Only she can鈥檛 read a book or use her computer or phone much. Nearby noise increases the headaches and her eyes don鈥檛 properly focus.
Sadly ironic. Every busy mother鈥檚 dream: generous slices of solitude daily by doctor鈥檚 order. And she can鈥檛 even enjoy it.
Chiropractic manipulation to reposition misplaced neck bones helps. So does physiotherapy. But progress dawdles 鈥� three steps forward, two back. 鈥淚 just have to push through this, Mom,鈥� she said, when I spoke to her for five minutes on the phone yesterday. Her voice sounded strained. Thin and cheerless, like she seemed when I saw her last, while picking up grandchildren for a sleepover.
For years we鈥檝e talked or texted multiple times weekly. This last quiet month I have missed that girl more than I thought possible. But they live an hour away now, instead of a few steps. I can鈥檛 just pop in to check on her.
Serious concussions don鈥檛 only happen to players of contact sports. Sometimes they happen to people like her: a busy mom doing her best to raise and educate six children during a season of major transition as our son-in-law shifts careers.
Both followers of Jesus, trying to trust that God has a plan, that he will bring good from this, that this hard season is rich teaching ground. That it will grow spiritual food to nourish their own souls and others鈥� 鈥� not only when this is behind them, but while it is present with them.
The business of faithful parenting doesn鈥檛 stop when our children leave home. It gets bigger; broadens into a corporation with different, but no less important responsibilities (and more shareholders). Lifelong investments made by parents into that family business can pay innumerable dividends. One of the biggest is watching your children wisely handle adversity. Never perfectly 鈥� for who does that? But moving forward. Determined to join hands, stay together, remain faithful to
Jesus through and beyond life鈥檚 storms. Wrestling, pushing, resting when necessary. Accepting God-sent help with grace and gratitude and ignoring Satan鈥檚 discouragement tactics. As the Preacher and I help out where possible, we鈥檙e seeing that.
No matter what crisis your own family faces, remember this: alongside the bracing support of others, our Father has provided vital and powerful tools 鈥� prayer and his Word. Use them regularly.
Life is hard, but God is good. Even when you wake up with a brass lampshade on your head.
