Little circles of red. A few splatters across the thighs of my jeans. I earned these spots. I was also gifted these spots.
Madeline fell and in the process hit her sweet face on the ground. Her little lips pierced by her teeth. It was very traumatic for her.
“Why is my blood coming out Mama?”
As I rummaged through my purse to find a tissue or something, anything, to catch the blood, drops fell to my pants. I didn’t notice until after we were cleaned up, calmed down and sufficiently loved on. Once I saw them though, I couldn’t help but feel grateful that those little red drops were on my pant legs and not the jeans of someone else. I was there. Because of the choices Luke and I have made I am with her. Everyday.
I see her learn new things. I watch her grow. I’m there to celebrate the day she magically goes from three to three and a half.
I pick her up when she falls. I soak up tear drops and blood with my jeans, kiss her owies, and reassure her that whatever ails her will feel better soon.
Being home has not always been the easiest choice. But being home has always been the best choice for me and my family. It’s right for the three of us. I’m so grateful for the gift I have been given, blood spots, tears and all.