Oh Lord, What Did I Ever Do?
Many years ago when my children were very little, I asked the question, “Oh Lord, what did I ever do? It was a very rainy day and rained right through the night. We awoke fairly early in the morning to one of the most memorable mornings of our lives.
It started normal enough until I opened my boy’s door, then everything became disoriented and I felt like I just entered the Twilight Zone. My husband said I screamed but I don’t remember that, all I remember is what was right before my eyes. A disaster area, one like I have never seen before.
The room was totally destroyed. The Bedspreads, sheets and pillowcases were off the bunk beds. The closet doors were off the hinges and propped up against the top bunk bed, like a sliding shoot. The curtains were down and out the window along with all the bedding, their clothes out of the opened drawers, and about twenty-five pairs of high-heeled shoes that I had stored in their closets. At that point, I don’t even think I realized it was raining outside and the mess I had waiting for me out there. I only knew the one I had in front of me. The room was unrecognizable.
My two little boys sat there looking at me like I lost my mind. They loved their new room and were having a ball sliding down the new shoot. Very inventive but I didn’t think of that either. How in the world did they lift those huge closet doors off the track and onto the bed? But I wasn’t impressed with that either, at least not then.
My husband was just as stunned and speechless as I was. All we could do is take it all in and try to keep our shock and horror in check. He stood both boys in the corner and told them, “don’t move, until we get this room cleaned up.”
“Can you leave the doors there daddy?” our oldest son asked. “AND don’t talk either,” he replied.
It took us hours that day to get the room back to normal. I had to wash everything that was thrown out the window. The poor shoes couldn’t be saved; they were completely ruined along with every nerve in my husband’s body and mine.
Oh yes, I asked that question that day and a few others along the way until their adulthood. But not once did I ever wish for a life without them, for it wouldn’t have been a life at all.
Written by,
Bonnie May
