Life is so full. It has ups and downs everyday. Stress, busyness, sickness and sometimes even loss are intermixed with happiness and joy. It can be an emotional rollercoaster for the heart and mind.
It seems difficult to predict how my son will react. Some things we’ve learned are just not good for him such as loud noisy crowds and video games. A room full of rambunctious children can send him crouched in a corner with his hands over his ears. Most video games he can only handle for about 30 minutes before he loses his temper.
There are other times when I feel he should be reacting more, or differently. This week has been one of those very full weeks. Last Friday, he was looking forward to going home with a friend. When the boy’s mother arrived to pick them up, he said he did not want my son to come over. We still don’t know why, but they are friends again today. It was a sad afternoon for him, but he buried himself in his books.
The next day, we went to pick out baby chicks to start our flock. I surprised him by taking him to a farm where I knew they had baby black chicks. They had other types too, but he has had his heart set on a black one for over a year now. I had not planned to get chicks at this place because she was more expensive, but I knew he really wanted a black one. He was calm, but happy as she let him take the net and scoop up the chick of his choice. It was a Black Sex-Link (black ones are female, white ones are male). He named her “Nightwing”. He held her box close and talked to her while we drove to the next farm. There we purchased our Golden Comet “Hailey” and our Easter Egger “Annabelle”. When we got home, he was calm and helpful as we set up the brooder box.
The next morning was the local BAHA Horse Show. He placed 1st in Trail and 2nd in Equitation. Again, he was excited but acted pretty much as expected. It was his first show on “James” the Percheron he has been riding. He is a very large horse, so he had to have a leader as a precaution. But he didn’t seemed to mind too much.
Monday was a holiday; Martin Luther King Day. It was a day off of school for Kyle and off of work for me. We had a lazy day at home with the chicks, tv and a few chores. In the afternoon we headed out to pick up my hubby from work. We met him halfway at our friends’ house. My hubby’s boss is the husband of one of my best friends . So, he sometimes rides with him and our families hang out together. This day was a short visit. Us girls all talked while the boys played out back. Then the husbands arrived so we stayed a little while.
I started hearing noises out back and was about to go out when her husband came in. He said that Kyle had stepped on something. When I got out there, he was screaming and holding his foot. Whatever he had stepped on had gone through his shoe and into his foot. He had ripped it out himself and threw it away in anger. His screams drew the neighbors attention and he said all sorts of unkind things about never playing out back again. He finally calmed down when we reminded him that we were going to his favorite ice cream place.
The next day my Mom became very ill. It took some convincing to get her to go to the hospital. I kept Kyle posted on how she was doing, without too many details. He seemed fine with it all, just sort of matter of fact. His foot really isn’t healing like it should, but he had a checkup scheduled for Wednesday. The doctor said if it did not improve by Friday, we would need to call in some antibiotics. My Dad already had day surgery scheduled for Thursday and Mom was still in the hospital facing surgery herself. This has made for a crazy, stress filled week at best. Then Thursday morning, we lost Nightwing.
I had warned Kyle that she did not seem as strong as the others. She was listless and did not grow like the others (yes, baby chicks do grow in only 4 days). When I got up that morning, all three chicks woke up as usual. Hailey and Annabelle went to the food dish and began to eat. Nightwing seemed to just reposition herself and go back to sleep. A few minutes later, she was gone.
When I woke Kyle, I gently told him that she did not make it. At first I thought he would be ok. But when he saw her tucked into the little tin I found for her, he fell to pieces.
So, before dawn, we buried her at the foot of our peach tree. We both stood crying and hugging in the moonlight. How can we become so attached in five short days! As sad as I am for the little bird, I am more upset to see Kyle so sad. I had hoped to give him enough warning to prevent all this. But he has not had to deal with death very much in his thirteen years, except for pets.
So, Dad’s surgery went fine and he is home. Mom’s lab tests came back saying there is no cancer. Hopefully, they will do a procedure today and she will be home soon. Nightwing is in heaven. Life goes on.
As exhausted as I am, I woke up 2 hours early today. The coffee is warm and sweet and there are few distractions. The house is quiet except for the occasional scratching and pecking from the brooder box. It has been a perfect time to write. Now it’s time to start the day. I have to check Kyle’s foot first thing to see if it is improving. Hopefully, Mom will come home and things will calm down. I am looking forward being out in the sunshine today, setting up activities for my students and watching for hawks in the sky. Times like that are when I can most feel the Lord’s embrace.
As rough of a week as it was, the Lord has seen us through. I pray for strength and guidance always, and for a quieter week ahead.