A Simple Act Of Kindness Goes A Long Way

Today has been "one of those days."  Call it hormones, call it whatever, but I simply just felt incredibly overwhelmed with every little detail of the day; all the way down to changing a diaper.  In fact, it was a dirty diaper that just about unraveled the ball of yarn that is my mind and emotions.

*For the squeamish, please skip the next 3 paragraphs*

One poopie diaper.  That one poopie diaper was just about the icing on the cake, after a day of feeling completely overwhelmed with everything and every little task.  When I thought I was finished changing this diaper, I realized that somehow (even though I do no recall sticking my finger in the poop) that there was poop on my finger.......... So I grabbed a wipe to clean it off.  Viola.  Then noticed there was still poop on my finger. So I cleaned that off, only to realize that some had flung itself onto the floor in an attempt to escape the trash can.  And yes, the poop voluntarily flung itself on the floor.  It dove.  It was in a skydiving adventure (At this point, I can feel the tears beginning to well up).

So everything is now clean.  Think again!  I see there is poop on the changing table.  Okay, we can do this.  No big deal.  Once again, the baby wipes come to the rescue. All is well.  Good.  Now to go do what I came for in the first place.

I get to where I am headed, with Liam in tow.  He is minding his own business, entertaining himself by beating on the counter.  When, wait... what is that?  I see on Liam's hand,  there is a mysterious spot of something.  I look closer.  I sniff it.  YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!  Yep, you guessed it, POOP on his little hand.

After leaving Liam with the kind nursery workers, I go about my business, even though I feel like I am on the brink of having a meltdown of a breakdown right there in the middle of everyone.
And try to hold myself together for the rest of the evening.

When it was time to leave, I went to pick up Liam from the nursery, and standing there waiting is a dear, sweet friend.  She wanted to help me get Liam loaded up into the car in the nasty weather.  So very kind of her, when she could have already been in her car and halfway home to her own family.

It was this tiny little gesture of kindness and friendship that kept me from going over the edge.  In the midst of a day where I felt like the glue holding me together had just about vanished, I had a wonderful friend show me their love by helping me out.  With something as simple as holding my child while I pull the car under the overhang.  So simple, yet it affected me in such a HUGE way.

I thank the Lord in heaven for such a blessing to my day in this friend.  Without her act of love, I might very well have cried my way home.  Well, I did cry my way home, but it was out of gratefulness.  My heart was overflowing with love from a great friend.  Sometimes a person may not know just how of an impact they can have on another person's day.

So, to my friend, THANK YOU! You know who you are. :)