You Keep Going

Some days are hard. So hard you break down in tears. But you don’t quit. You don’t give up. You keep moving forward.

Last week while I was at a networking/mentoring event, my cell phone lit up with a text. It was husband saying that he and the three kids were on their way to Urgent Care.  Urgent Care! This is so not good. The next text was an update that the middle child had a tear in his eye. Oh my! I had a thousand questions. Is he okay? Can he see? Does he need surgery? Did he get an eye patch? By this time I am at the airport because after leaving the event I had to go to on a business trip.  

Some Days are Hard…but You Keep Going

So many emotions. So many thoughts. For some reason this night really bothered me. My work world collided with my home world in a different way.  Of course there have been collisions before between the worlds. Just the week before I had to take off a day from work because the same son had bad allergies. I think that did not bother me because his allergies flare up twice a year and I save leave for those days. My husband and I know this and we are prepared for this situation. But a cut in the eye!! I had no idea what was going to happen and I was about to leave.

At this point, my husband had been to Urgent Care and was on his way to the pharmacy for the prescription. I asked him if I should turn around and come home. He said that wouldn’t change the situation and what would I do. He was right.  Coming home would have just had me at home doing the same things that he was already doing. My husband could do them. He did do them. So off on the plane I went.

You Keep Going

When I landed at the airport it was past midnight and I was wondering how things were at home. I spoke to the lady at the rental car counter about my son’s situation. She just shook her head and said something like boys will be boys. She had sons of her own.  She didn’t think much of it.

By the middle of the next day, I was able to connect with my husband for another update. They had to first see the primary care provider to get a referral to the eye doctor. (Gotta love Tricare). By the time they finally got the eye doctor that afternoon, the doctor said the tear was about healed! Say What??!

What did I learn? So much. Boys will be boys. The lady at the rental car company said it best. And this probably won’t be our last trip to Urgent Care. Haha. Some days are hard, but you keep going. There was no point for me to turn around at the airport. I could not have added any more than my husband did. If the situation was reversed and it was me at home with the boys, I know that I would have told him to go on ahead. I would have done the same things that he did.

Boys will be boys.

I’m glad that I kept going. My son is fine & I had a good trip.

Keep Going. Keep Soaring.