Just get on with it

There are so many things that I could get really upset about at the moment. I feel like I’m having a bit of a rough trot of late. I’m not going to list them all because that kinda defeats the purpose of what I want to say in this post. Suffice to say, there’s a litany of yuck.

Last night I watched my eleven month old daughter get her whole leg in a cast because she broke not one but two bones in her leg. How? Learning to stand and walk. Nobody heard her cry. For days she’d been battling with a broken leg and nobody knew. We saw her holding her leg up but that was all. She never cried out. She never winced. She just got on with it.

At the hospital both last night and on Saturday night she was subjected to poking and prodding by strangers. What did she do? She smiled at everyone. To those performing the examinations, she offered cuddles. Last night she was x-rayed which required her broken leg to be held firmly (by Daddy) without moving or wriggling. What did she do? She gave the tiniest whimper but leg Daddy and the radiographer do what they needed to do. When it came time for the cast to be put on she was just as compliant. She had to lie still and have her foot held at a certain angle by the medical student. She was a model patient.

I cried a tiny bit when I went to the dentist today. Then I thought of that tiny little person who has been trying to learn to walk WITH A BROKEN LEG!!! I stopped crying and just got on with it.

S*** happens. It’s how we deal with it that is the mark of our character. I wish I could be more like my daughter. She’s legend!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a pile of s*** to deal with.