Always a light at the end of the tunnel
I will never forget that night. It was 9:30 pm; 8 days after my youngest was born. A terrible storm had passed through and we had been on the road for almost 2 hours. The baby was crying, my 2 other littles were very sleepy and I was beyond exhausted. We had been out visiting my Mom who had just had her hip replaced a couple of days before. We pulled down our little dirt driveway and there it was…a 20 foot tree that had fallen from one side of the road to the other. The rest of our drive way was completely blocked! We were about 500 feet from our house, and we were stuck! At first, I just sat there trying to figure out a game plan. Then I thought I’d just get out and move the tree over enough to drive by. Ya know….being 9 days postpartum and all, it wasn’t an issue – I was just thinking about moving a freaking tree. Ughhhhhhhh!!
As the kids started to question “What are we gonna do, Mommy?” I started to panic!
SIDE NOTE: I have a huge deer phobia…yes a phobia. I live in the woods and all I was worried about was hearing the deer (and other animals) moving in the bushes around us 🙁 NOT Freddie Kruger, not Jason or snakes, but animals!!!
I decided I was going to REALLLLY have to do some major “adulting” and put on my game face. I turned around and said to the girls “Do you see that light flickering on our porch? Run towards it, and Mommy will be right behind you. You don’t need to be scared; I promise the light is there. When you reach it you will be home”. Of course, my oldest said she “couldn’t see the light” and my youngest protested leaving our car because her “toys would be scared”. I assured them the toys would be fine and that the light was really there and all they needed to do was run until they reached it.
We all unbuckled our belts and I got out of the car and helped them out of their seats. I stayed back a minute and left the head lights on to shine some light on their path while I let them go. All I could see was elbows and knees as they ran straight through the woods out of my sight. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry a little as I tightly clutched by little 6 pound nugget to my chest. I carefully turned off my headlights and car, climbed over the fallen tree and walked carefully through the darkness and woods until I could see the porch light. My porch light, proof..there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel!
When I reached the house the girls clapped and cheered as if I was their hero. In that moment I felt a little more brave, a little stronger and very, very proud that I was able to teach my girls a lesson.
NO MATTER HOW DARK IT IS AROUND YOU, IF YOU JUST KEEP GOING YOU WILL FIND THAT THERE’S ALWAYS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!