Not wasting One Day...

Helicopter landing, scan results in, good news, bad news, all of which happen in a hospital every single day...


We've been around our Glennon Family enough we know by the walks of the nurses and doctors what the day has been filled with.


Each day is a blessing, each day filled with the unpredictable, each day I end on my knees.

Yesterday was to be uneventful. Toys scattered from one end of the house to another, girls fighting over office supplies, beds stripped down, sheets in washer, etc.


Madison was mad at Mae and needed my help finding a play plastic spoon in her room. As I followed her she slipped (socks were slick) and she fell and landed on the carpet in her room. I picked her up and placed her on her feet to find she wouldn't stand- no tears just asking for a paci, blanket, and to go to sleep. Madison's paci is like her morphine and her bed is stronger than that..


I knew she was in pain... I loaded everyone in the van. Thankfully, on Tuesdays is orthopedic clinic. When I called someone had just canceled their 3pm appointment. God is good! I grabbed heart shaped brownies for a friend that was in the hospital on my way out... unexpected trips to Glennon are never on accident.

As I pulled in the parking lot to the hospital I texted our friends to check on their location...As my heart stopped I read the words," He actually had a turn for the worse and passed away this morning. Thank you for the snacks and blanket." Sunday we dropped off a gift at their home.. he was doing better and felt he would be heading home. As I looked at the brownies I did what only felt appropriate. I gave Madison 1/2 of one. Several times our special friend would share m&ms or other chocolate treats with Madison. One hositpal stay even involved several trips to his room to get "treats!" He never disappointed handing Madison one m&ms after another till she had eaten the entire pack!

I spent some time in the van praying, crying, and by God's grace pulled it together for Madison's clinic appointment. After x-rays she indeed broke her right tibia. Her femur break was on the left leg 7 months ago and I feared she broke it again. Her femur looked great and healed perfectly. Madison now has a full leg cast. She will be sporting that for the next four weeks. No tears, smiles, and wanting to be held! Her pain tolerance is through the roof! On my way out a doctor said to me, "I love parents like you; you recognize it is just a broken leg." She will live, she will walk, and in the big picture of life this is just a puddle.

Every drive home from Glennon I shed tears... as I look in the rearview mirror and see the kids I know in my heart their is a parent who is looking in their rearview mirror to an empty carseat or backseat.

Each of us have a mission while on this earth. My prayer is every day we are on this earth we are fulfilling a part of that mission. Not wasting one single day!