Falling for Christmas…

” X” Marks the Spot

Dear Reader:

The ” X” I placed on the bottom step ( in the title” picture) was deliberately put there for a photo moment … marking the spot where I fell Sunday night. Yikes!

As scary as it was… God really came through for me on this accident… the classic case of mind racing …ahead of the moment…or just simply not paying attention to what I was doing.

After getting home Sunday evening from Eloise’s dance recital… I fixed some supper, started writing Monday’s blog post and then began watching some Christmas specials. Somewhere along the way I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until about 11:30… the television still going.

Completely disoriented from the unexpected late night nap… I jumped up to turn off all the Christmas lights and get ready for bed. I turned the Christmas tree lights off first… and quickly came down the two steps leading to the den … my mind racing ahead …making a mental list of everything that needed unplugging.

One second I was coming down the steps and the next I was sprawled on the floor wondering what happened… by racing ahead of the moment …I figured out I skipped the last step and thought I was on ground level.

My upper right leg took the brunt of the fall… a little higher or over… it probably would have been my hip. I got my Christmas present hurry… nothing broken… just bruised and sore. ( Thank goodness I had my physical and Prolia bone density shot about two weeks ago! )

I didn’t sleep much the rest of the night… not from pain ( just sore) but the ” What if” elves arrived with one terrible scenario after another… a broken hip would have had me in surgery followed by rehab… not how one wants to spend Christmas! God, most certainly, was giving me a ” caution” sign to SLOW DOWN! Believe me… It worked. Chilled all day yesterday! Didn’t leave the house.

Since I wasn’t sleeping well from the late evening nap and the ” What if” nocturnal elves’ visits… my mind wandered back to Eloise’s dance recital. I sat between the two boys, Rutledge and Lachlan, and mercifully Mollie kept the treats coming… as long as they were eating peace reigned and sighs silenced.

I am a people watcher and was perfectly content to watch the reactions of the people in the auditorium. I told Mollie ( when we got home) I learned something new about generational men… fathers and grandfathers.

The young fathers spent most of the recital dragging screaming or restless siblings out of the auditorium… I heard one father admonishing his pre-schooler son… ” But you have already peed five times already!” ( the little boy had the cutest grin on his face. ) Freedom!

But with the grandparents, surprisingly more so … the grandfathers, they seemed completely at ease in the situation… patient and kindly holding restless grandchildren siblings -even reading little books with small flashlights on their laps… and when their granddaughters finally performed…the most beautiful smiles came on their faces as they thunderously clapped in sheer glee… even wiping tears running down their cheeks.

So until tomorrow… Aging does have its benefits… time has become the greatest gift to retired baby boomers… no deadlines… but finally time to spend with family and friends. The realization hits home that time is more precious than anything else and leaving legacies to loved ones becomes the most valued goal in life!

Each Christmas becomes more special because nothing is taken for granted… find joy in the moment!

Today is my favorite day -Winnie the Pooh

Sammy the cardinal and wife…
My Memory Christmas Tree

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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7 Responses to Falling for Christmas…

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    So very true…when you are raising your children you have so much responsibility and so little time…but as a grandparent you just have the joy of always being in the moment…I see a much softer side of men particularly…Sam told Fred it makes you right silly…and oh was he right…❤…just sheer joy.

  2. Lisa Register says:

    Praise God for no broken bones! Love your stories and love you Becky!

  3. So grateful you weren’t hurt. Falling is so scary, and you have the right point of view in thanking God that nothing was broken. Breaking something has been a great fear since back surgery in August as I have been on the walker and am now a cane! Thank God for physical therapists! Merry Christmas, dear Becky, to you and your family, with those grandchildren growing like weeds!

  4. Honey Burrell says:

    Oh Becky! So thankful you didn’t break anything. Slow down my friend!
    Yesterday after a month of ankle pain from my missing a step, I bought an ankle compression device. It has really helped.

    • Becky Dingle says:

      Doesn’t it happen so fast… leaves you dazed… my feelings were hurt like the universe pulled the rug out from under me! So glad you found something to help and give you support! ❤️💗

      Sent from my iPhone

  5. Shirley Scully says:

    From one prolia patient to another…make your 2023 resolution to ALWAYS hold on to the hand bar going down steps. But start now.

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