3 Lessons a Broken Wrist Taught Me

Hello Sweet Ladies, I’ve missed you all and I’m so glad to be back!! I hope you all had an amazing Christmas and New Years! I did, but it certainly didn’t go as planned this year! The week after I signed off we celebrated my daughter’s 8th birthday a little early with a roller skating party …. dunh dunh dunh….. I fell and broke my left wrist (I’m left handed). I had surgery the following day on a Sunday to get all put back together with a plate and screws. When I do something, I do it!

 

So as you can imagine plans went a bit different than I wanted.  Today I want to share a few things I learned through this (keeping it short and sweet to accommodate my one handed typing!)

Me, Coffee & Jesus

It is what it is. 

I can be a bit of a perfectionist, especially when it comes to the holiday season. This year I had to learn I can’t do it all (especially by myself). My husband had to wrap all the Christmas gifts and guess what everyone loved their gifts even though there were no bows and in a few spots the paper was pieced together. Our celebration wasn’t lessened in ANY way by my standard of perfection not being achieved. 

 

Less Can Be More.

I always plan a HUGE baking day and this year was no different. What was different, was my plan may have been huge but what was executed was enjoyable. Instead of being upset about what couldn’t be done, my Grandma (Mem as I call her!) and my sister spent an afternoon doing what we could and enjoyed each others company. Mem and I worked together as a team on treats and I know for me it was still exhausting as a huge baking day but was way more fun!

 

Real Love is Not Big Gestures 

Now I could have told you this before I got hurt but this experience reminded and solidified it for me. My Hubby did more than you can imagine, brought me medicine, slept on the couch so he didn’t risk bumping my arm, helped me shower, grocery shopped, did laundry. Not to mention wrapped ALL the Christmas presents, bought a birthday gift, helped prepare Christmas breakfast and learned how to put Rachel and I’s hair in a ponytail! I’ll stop now, but there is more I could list. These actions speak love into my heart causing it to overflow. As women we often long for candlelight and soft music (oh sorry, just me that wants to live a romance movie) but those aren’t life. Love in real life is in the little, what needs done getting done is actually a really big gesture of love. 

 

These are my year end lessons that I was blessed with, how were you blessed as 2015 came to its close?

 

Me, Coffee & Jesus

 

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