Yesterday evening we were enjoying a nice quiet night at home. Amy was cooking supper, the boys were playing in the back yard and I was just relaxing in our room. The peace was suddenly shattered with screams and crying from the back yard. Now that is not all that unusual when the boys are "playing" together. We have learned to wait and listen at least a second or two to see if they are screams of anger & frustration or a real emergency. Most often it is the former and they either work it out or come storming into the house pleading their case about how they are being mistreated. This time, however, the crying did not stop and it was followed by Spencer yelling, "Mom, Colby is bleeding!"
I actually made it outside faster than Amy and found our youngest son sitting with his hands out in front of him, palms up, looking down, crying and blood all over his head and hands. I knew from past experiences that even minor head wounds bleed profusely but it is still very disturbing to see your own child in that condition. We quickly discovered it wasn't serious but he did have a nice little gash in his forehead. We took him into the house and got him cleaned up. It took quite a while to get Colby, who is pretty even tempered, to calm down. Even though I'm sure his head hurt I could tell it wasn't the injury that was bothering him as much as all the blood. Once the blood was cleaned up and we eventually got the bleeding to stop he was back to his normal self.
I am not a squeamish person and blood in and of itself does not bother me. I'm one of those weirdos that watches them put the needle in my arm when I give blood. I have to admit though seeing my son with all that blood all over him was disturbing. It didn't make me nauseous but it did make my heart stop when I first saw him. Even as I sit here typing and recall those first images of him sitting there bleeding in pain, my chest tightens up a little bit.
For me this was one more of those little spiritual lessons that parenting often brings. This one little incident has given me even greater appreciation for what God allowed to happen to his Son with all the abuse leading up to his death. I think we often choose to forget the absolute horror of those events. Our minor little event caused me a few moments of fear and anxiety until I knew my son was alright. God watched hours of pain and the shedding of his Sons blood knowing how it would end, and he did it so that his blood could wash away our sins. Amazing!
God is good all the time and all the time God is good!
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. - John 3:16
In the words of Paul Harvey, "Now for the rest of the story." I know some of you want to know how the head wound occurred. The details are still a little fuzzy. Neither boy really seems to be able to recall what happened but apparently they were wrestling around and Spencer's front tooth somehow ended up in the top of Colby's forehead. As the chaos with Colby was subsiding Spencer showed us his tooth which is cracked horizontally from one side to the other. After an early morning dentist visit, he is being sent to a specialist this afternoon to hopefully save the tooth.