Sawyer has always been a laid back kid. “The Forgotten Child” would sit for ridiculously long stretches and entertain himself when he was smaller. He didn’t walk until he was fifteen months old, and I’m convinced it was because he honestly didn’t have anyplace he was just dying to go. He was pretty pleased with wherever he was at the moment.
Today I was reminded how wonderful laid back children are because it was flu shot day.
When I was a child, if my mother started driving in the direction of a doctor’s office, I got hysterical. It didn’t matter if shots were on the agenda or not. In my little worried mind, anytime I stepped foot in that office, a shot was a real possibility, so I went ballistic when a visit to the doctor was mentioned.
But, Sawyer sat cheerfully in the waiting room watching Disney Jr. He giggled when I told him he was getting a shot. His eyes lit up: “Do you think they’ll give me a Band-aid?” I assured him that not only would he get a Band-aid, he would probably get a sucker, too. That knowledge pushed the whole event into the realm of a great day. I just shook my head in amazement.
I wish I were more like that. I would love to trust God so much that I don’t get all worked up about what’s about to happen in life. I want to be able to turn to God when I get bad news and just giggle and say, “Well, I’m sure something good is going to come out of this!”
Or maybe I just need to stop looking at the Band-aids and the suckers of life, the small blessings, as insignificant. Maybe I should believe that those small things really do make for a great day, instead of focusing on the bad stuff. At the end of his day, Sawyer’s shot was completely forgotten. But, how often do my bad experiences dictate how I feel about my whole day?
Sawyer got his shot, his Roadrunner Band-aid, and his orange sucker. He started and ended his day with smiles. And as far as I can tell, he didn’t worry about a thing. Faith and joy and Band-aids and suckers. In Sawyer’s heart, the shot was just a footnote in an otherwise lovely day.
I love that kind of faith. I want to be like Sawyer when I grow up.
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