The Worried and the Word

I have several thoughts, a great deal of dishes, and some worries.

I took the kids to the park today to throw bread to the ducks. After the bread was gone, we walked to the playground and they ran around a bit. Eliana wanted to jump from one part of the equipment to a hanging bar, across a space that is just wide enough to make it dangerous and fun. She did it once. She missed the second time. She landed full on her front, arms out Superman-style. She literally bit the dust. There were wood chips in her teeth.

She was upset, but wouldn't really tell me anything. She doesn't ever want to talk about if she's hurting. At. All. But by the time we were home, she seemed fine. I gave her a shower and she was playing like everything was A OK. 

And I think it probably is. But when I tucked her in, she wanted me to stay. I thought maybe she was sore, so I sat with her for a few minutes. Then after I left, she called out for me at least four separate times. I went up and came down, went up, came down...finally, Christian said,"She's crying up there."

I went up again, thinking that maybe she was hurting somehow (Her ribs? Her chest? Her head? I didn't know.), but she just said (finally, after hiding her tears under the covers for minutes),"I want to snuggle with you."

I wasn't going to do it, but...I thought I should in the end. I lay down with her and she cuddled up and went on to sleep. And really, she seemed just fine. She kept telling me again and again,"I love you!" in a silly voice that sounded more like,"I-yub-you!" 

Since I'm a worrier, it's hard for me not to think that something is wrong. She was acting weird, even if she wasn't acting hurt. I've prayed that everything is fine, and I know that I trust God. But being a mommy is hard. There are what-ifs. 

So...I'm just trying not to be anxious. Not to be afraid. That is the refrain throughout the Word, and from the Word himself,"Do not be afraid..."

*edited: Eliana is fine. I had a restless night, but she is, indeed, A OK.