Kaitlyn was officially named the “Boo Boo Queen” when she was just a toddler. This is a title that she does not think fondly of now that she is nine years old, but regardless it is still her nickname (in addition to Katybug!).
Her first boo-boo was actually my fault, and it was worse than the time that I had accidentally clipped Morgan’s fingernails too closely. Kaitlyn was only a few days old, and I was bathing her before we were going out somewhere. I was fully dressed and was preparing to get her dressed as well. I gently lifted her out of the sink, which was her makeshift tub since she was so small, and went to lay her down on her towel. Unknown to me, the remnants of her still attached little infant belly button had become snagged on the button of my shirt, and was ripped off when I laid her down! Oh how she cried and cried as the blood poured out of her little wound, but my wails of sobs and tears far exceeded any crying she could do! But thank goodness her little belly button is perfect today and she doesn’t remember that trauma. Now doesn’t the fingernail episode pale in comparison to this lovely memory! I don’t think I will rank that experience up with there the joys of motherhood.
My husband and I have decided that God gave us Kaitlyn as a special gift, to teach us to learn to handle emergencies with peace and sanity, but also to increase our faith in Him and truly believe what He is capable of doing on this earth. Let me share Kaitlyn’s story briefly which earned her the ‘boo boo queen” title.
At 18 months old, as she toddled around in an attic while my mother and I searched for something, she fell through a small hole in the 2nd story attic floor and landed in the garage about 15 feet below her, with no injuries; at 2 years old she jumped off the bed and ‘bent’ the bones in her arm but it was not broken; at 3 years old she managed to pull an entire grandfather clock down on top of her but she miraculously ended up inside the clock unharmed, which had gotten caught on the wall and did not crush her, and sheltered from the breaking, falling sheets of glass and the weight of the clock; at 4 years old she fell through a glass table top and had to have 18 stitches in her chin and neck, and although she suffered intense bleeding, the sever just missed a major artery; at 5 and 6 she had many less serious boo-boos which are too many to list, but at least they didn’t involve the annual emergency room visit; at 7 years old she was squatting down on her legs, lost her balance and fell backwards, at just the right angle to slash her head on a chair, then she bled profusely until the liquid stitches were secure.
I would imagine that the littlest angel of our family is thankful that most recently Kaitlyn has been free of major accidents! But it was Kaitlyn’s first serious accident that I began to allow myself to believe in God’s heavenly angels, and that my very own littlest angel was forever in our presence.
Looking back on the very second that Kaitlyn fell from that 2nd story attic at 18 months of age, down a hole which we didn’t know was there, I frantically rushed to where she was toddling around just 2 seconds earlier, leaning over and noticing the hole for the first time. With horror, I looked down as I witnessed her plunging to the hard concrete floor below. But with my own eyes, when her fall came to an end, I saw her literally bounce off of the hard concrete floor of the garage like a big rubber ball. It was as if she had landed on a big fluffy pillow of cotton and just bounced off of it. Kaitlyn had a small bruise on her forehead, but not a scratch, serious bruise, concussion or broken bone in her tiny little fragile body.
How is that humanly possible? Even the doctors could not understand it, and they questioned my husband and I as to whether or not she had really fallen 15 feet. Especially since by the time we got to the hospital, and had calmed 3 ½ year old Morgan down who was having her own hysterical breakdown over the trauma of hearing her mother scream her head off and finding her baby sister laying in the garage, Kaitlyn had stopped crying and was just acting like a normal happy baby – within less than 30 minutes of falling 15 feet onto a hard concrete floor. She was happy and uninjured, and pulling at the doctor’s stethoscope as if she were there for a routine checkup.
There is no other explanation for this phenomenon than God’s hand at work. Our little angel of mercy was with Kaitlyn that day, and there is no doubt that something besides the hard concrete floor stopped her fall. Even to this day, Kaitlyn is my little prayer warrior. I know God has special plans for her life and I can’t wait to see what they are
Do you believe that God is holding your children in His arms? That He cares for them even more than we do as parents? As a parent, I think it is hard at times to consider that God loves them with an intense love, that even our own parental love cannot equal.
This is a scary world we live in. Full of too much tolerance for things that are morally and ethically wrong; full of people who will try to convince our children that there is no God; full of peer pressures; illegal drugs, and legal drugs; smoking; sex; pornography; child predators; kidnappers; texting, and sexting.
The days of constant boo-boos, even those that were serious or even life threatening, seem to pale in comparison to the threats that our children face today. All the more reason to trust in God to love them and protect them. To believe that He knows what is best for their lives, and that His will will always be done. To believe that even when we cant be there with them, to guide their choices or help them choose appropriate actions, that He is with them.
Are you struggling with something today regarding your child? Are you worried or stressed over something that is going on in their life that you cannot control? Do you wish you could take them back in your arms and sing them songs and rock them to sleep? I know I do. But those days have passed. I prayed for them then, and pray for them even harder today.
That is what God calls us to as parents. Love them with all of our heart, train them up to love the Lord, and entrust them into His hands, believing that He is there for them.
We must pray intensely for our children, every day. Prayers that are focused, intense, and specific. Prayers that place the safety and future of our children into the hands of the only One who has control.
The power of prayer is not only in the answer, but in the journey. The power of prayer can provide much needed relief to a worried mothers heart. God will give us a peace that we dont understand, and a strength to persevere. In fact, prayer is the most powerful tool that we have to protect our children and lead them through challenging and often life changing experiences.
We cant always be with them, but God can. Entrust them to Him today.