Life is Fragile!
What an amazing, bewildering and wonderfully horrifying day!!!!! Chella Jacob and I embarked on one of the most relaxing days I have had in, well, definatly over a year. Loaded with bikes we biked down through down town. Jacob is very well incontrol of his two wheeler even though is is such a little guy. We biked at times on the road with the traffic, Jacob being carful and understanding the consequences of biking on the road if you are not careful. We went along warf street infront of the Empress and by the Parlament building to Beacon Hill park. There we spend a few hours playing in the playground, making monkey noises in the monkey tree, climbed the climbing tree and pet all the animals in the petting Zoo. We climbed to the top of beacon hill and rased our bikes down the other side, very dangerous, yet exilerating! After icecream and milk shakes we made our way to the beach, bare foot and all we tossed rocks and soaked eachother. Jacob went off climbing on all the logs, chella and I had a wonderful chat. We finished the afternoon by biking the entire perimiter of James bay, then met Pat for cold drinks at the Salvation Army Addiction Center. From there, exausted, sunburnt and satisfied we headed home. 41/2 hours of sheer play counted, sucsessful.
And of couse what a great way to end a great day? A barbeque with the worship team out at Rob and Michelles. Great food, Great company, Great music. Jacob ran around bare foot playing badminton, and "hit Rob with the ball." Fed up, played out, and sung out we all said our goodbyes.
The van door is wide open over the three foot ditch seperating the road from Rob and Michelles yard. Jacob was playing, "run across the yard and jump over the ditch," when something went horribly wrong. Too much speed, too deep of a ditch, too much metal door sticking out. From the corner of my eye I saw Jacob run and fly over the ditch, stopped forehead on by the bottom corner of the van door. A big thud, then silence. I turned to see my unstoppable little boy lying in the ditch, motionless, blood flowing freely from his forehead. The rest is a blur.
As he came around, we pressured his wound. Brave little guy, the words hospital and ambulence worried him more than the warm wet stuff running all over his hair and face. We loaded him up and off to emerge we went. 6 hours, a good concusion, 10 or so stiches, a few brave tears, the ordeal was over.
As we were discharged with a few instructions, I felt the same way when Pat and I first brought Jacob home from the hospital. We were again put incharge of this little person, whom I had once again discovered, was fragile. Jacob is such a tumble weed boy never really getting hurt, holding back tears when he does feel some pain, seeing my motionless little guy bleeding everywhere was quiet a shock. Perhaps a rude, yet gentle reminder from above that our kids need to be, "handled with care."
Finally in bed (well after 3 am), I thanked God for His provision. I recognize the blessings he had provided for our adveturous day, no car accidents, no bike accident, a perfect day with a reminder at the end. I am so blessed by my son. I need God's grace in helping me not take his high pitched chatty little voice for granted.

