Ants ouch
My sweet sweet was pushed into ants nest today as he played with some homeschooling friends. He wailed when I mentioned the ants all over his back and pants and jacket. Another parent quickly grabbed his jacket and got the ants off while I took him to the restroom to undress, check and shake his clothes.
Part of life. Part of playing. Part of being outside. He got bitten on his back, chest and hands. He is not allergic — thank God and for the most part was quite calm about it.
Timothy’s positive attitude, declaring that he forgives them đ and willingness helped me! I saved my tears for when we got home. I do not like seeing marks on his skin. I do not want him hurt in any way— and we have another doctor’s appointment tomorrow and Wednesday.
I had Aquaphor ointment in my purse so I used that while we were at the park. My hope is that they do not get any worse. I thank God that it was not all over other areas of his body— especially where he recently had surgery!! I thank God for helping me to just be okay with what I cannot control as a mother and caring (yes helicopter ish) parent.
As I reflected on the day and started to feel overwhelmed, I heard Timothy singing a gospel song that we listened to on the way home from Bible study fellowship. Hallelujah anyway. He is okay. He will be okay and I am just fine!
