…to send the very best. That’s the slogan for Hallmark right there and it’s kind of fitting for this situation. Plus, my man Ace told me that this picture looks like it belongs on a greeting card.
My baby niece was involved in an accident a few weeks ago. While playing around on the bed she lost her balance and fell head first (more like mouth first) into the window sill. The result of that tumble was a trip to the ER where she was treated for the loss of several teeth and a fractured gumline along the top of her mouth. Now, you know when I got word that Saturday afternoon that she had been injured, my heart kind of just felt knots in it. All three of my nieces are my darlings and I don’t ever want to think about them going through any sort of pain like that. Anyway, I made sure to check up on her on back to back days after the accident to make sure she was okay. The afternoon following the accident, she just slept a good deal. When my sister brought her downstairs, I just cradled her in my arms and sat on the couch as she slept. Next thing I knew, I was waking up myself. When she finally awoke, she wasn’t really herself. For a child who loves taking pictures, it seemed clear that she felt unpretty. I asked her if she wanted to take a picture for the camera and she kindly said “No thank you”. It was so cute the way she said it, but sort of mad me sad too. It was quite obvious that she was in a lot of pain.
The next day she saw a specialist and they had to pull another tooth that had been pushed back during the accident. As soon as I got off work that afternoon, I rushed to the house. The little girl I saw there was sort of reserved and wasn’t talking at all. She basically would hum answers to everything or just shake her head. I brought some ice cream over hoping that it might inspire her to feel better or maybe even soothe her mouth a little bit. Both Ma and my sis said that she hadn’t said anything since leaving the doctor’s office. But they don’t have that magic that Uncle G has. Wouldn’t you know it, after about 15 minutes of me being there she began talking. It was almost like she had never been silent at all the way she picked back up when you would’ve thought she left off. The vibrant, happy go lucky lil’ girl came to life again. It made me happy to see her smile and just being herself. I guess those Strawberry Shortcake bars really did work magic huh?
There’s just a certain joy that I get from being there for my lil’ angels. I sometimes have bad days and if I see them I’ll forget about it. On days when I can’t see them, I’ll call. They always find a way to inspire me and help me realize to not sweat the small stuff. Whatever it is or whoever it is that brings you that joy, make sure to find it/them on days when you’re feeling your worst. You’ll be happy that you did.