Most Important, Part II

So after my "new mindset" yesterday morning, the day got off to a pretty good start. I got some work in on some minor house projects and I spent some quality time with my kids. As we got around to talking about lunch, the girls were getting pretty rowdy with their brother in the kitchen and I was doing my best to ignore that little voice inside my head that was getting on edge and wanting to holler at them to just be quiet.

Turns out it was innner MOM that was speaking and not inner CHILD. I should have listened. A few giggles and a thump later and my son had blood spurting from his head... once again. He had fallen against the corner of the dishwasher and nailed his forehead pretty good. I believe "spinning" was the name they called the game. Great game. Just not in the kitchen. Or anywhere with sharp corners, for that matter.

This makes twice in one month, for anyone who is counting.

Turns out that it really wasn't all that bad and I probably should have just bandaged it tight at home. I was feeling pretty fragile, however, and after the six stitches he received last time, an emergency room visit didn't seem above and beyond.

The kicker was that I had scheduled my first appointment, post fall down the stairs, with a chiropractor. I was really torn about cancelling it or just dragging everyone along in the state we were in (I had blood on my shirt, no lunch for anyone yet). I decided a trip through McDonald's drive-in would get us from the emergency room to my appointment with minutes to spare.

Not only was it worth the extra stress (I've several more trips ahead of me, but what the chiropractor accomplished on Friday has already made me feel a bit "reborn"), but I got my second little "message" in 24 hours.

The girls opted to spend their time in the waiting room, but my dear son was pretty curious about what all this "chiropracty" stuff was about. So he sat through my introductory session, my initial spinal exam and tests, and the actual adjustments. Well, he didn't just sit -- he observed and asked LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of questions. The doctor was pretty amazing. He took my son's questions in stride and answered every single one of them. Questions were everything from "Why do you have that waterfall picture on your wall?" to "When your spine looks like this (checking out one of the models of a spine after injury) why don't you just put new pillows between these bones?"

At one point, I started to ask my son to maybe... slow down on the questioning, and the dear doctor cut me off. "No! No!" He said, "Questioning is good. Always ask questions. The questioning will get you much farther than the answers."

Then he went on to explain to my son that a man named Albert Einstein had said something like that. To which my son wisely shook his head with an attitude like, "Yeah, I know Albert."