Every couple days we have to change the tape on Grant's face that holds his feeding tube and oxygen canula in place. We've been trying all sorts of tape lately to try to keep his face from getting all torn up. The other day a new kind of tape came in the mail that is supposed to be much gentler on the face, yet should really stick. (Most of the gentle tapes come off after a few hours.) But, in order to put this new stuff on, I had to take the old, really sticky stuff off.
So, I was giving Grant a bath and he was all happy and smiling and I decided that this would be a good time to change his tape, like maybe he wouldn't notice or something. (Wrong!) So, instead of being gentle and taking my time, I just went for it and ripped it off really fast. Well, then the crying began. Not just a little cry, but the kind of cry where tears are flowing but no noise is coming out because he's crying so hard. (All you moms know exactly the cry I'm talking about!) I picked him up and was hugging him and trying to calm him in all the ways I knew how, but he kept crying. I was trying to explain to him that the old tape is bad and the new one that came in the mail will make him feel better in the long run. But, he just kicked and sceamed and looked at me like he hated me.
And then I realized that so often I do this to God. I allow myself to focus on him removing the "bad tape" in my life, instead of trusting that He has something better for me.
The new tape on Grant's face is working well. I'm thankful he held still long enough to let me put it on...
5 comments:
What an aweful experience. You must have been feeling so bad. I've done stuff like that. I'm glad the new tape works. Hang in there!
Julie W.
What a great analogy, Shannon.
I've been focused lately on God pulling some "bad tape" off of my life, too.
Praying for you guys.
Love you.
Stef
A few years ago when we were living in Berkley, my friend & I were tearing out a 6'x4' non-tempered mirror off our bathroom. We thought we had taken extra precautions to keep all the glass confined to the bathroom. Of course, no matter what precautions you take, there are always things you miss. Carly was running around the house in her bare feet like she always does. She was ~3 years old, she didn't have a care in the world. To make a long story short, not only did we (as parents) drop the ball with respect to our kid's safety, we had to pin her down to pull the glass out of her bloody foot. More & more we are finding that time & time again we have to put our kids through painful situations for their own safety. Don't get me started on the doctors office. ;)
Yeeowy. Yes, I know the cry. I love you guys...thanks for sharing your experiences.
Hugs,
Dana Vashon
Yeeowy. Yes, I know the cry. I love you guys...thanks for sharing your experiences.
Hugs,
Dana Vashon
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