Winsted-Lester Prairie Journal, July 9, 2001

Only the rows of corn are orderly


Nothing in life seems orderly. As I drive along area roads, I am struck by the evenly spaced rows of corn and other crops.

Those crop rows are the only things which seem orderly.

My youngest son, Matthew, who's nine years old was in Winsted only four days when he came down with a whopping case of chicken pox.

We were miserable for almost a week.

As he was recovering, it came time for my children to go to Canada fishing with their Dad, grandparents, uncle, etc.

Four days later, I received an emergency call that Matthew had badly cut his leg, was in the emergency room, and needed six stitches.

It was one of those freak things, but it was also his third time getting stitches.

The first night home after his trip, I was tucking him in for bed when he got very serious and sad.

"Mom, why does everything bad always happen to me?" he asked.

He was really having a hard time with his latest injury.

I think I was having just as hard of a time trying to explain to a nine-year-old, that we just never know what life will give us.

We will probably never know why things happen the way they do, we just have to live with whatever comes our way.

My oldest son is a special needs kid. He is 12 years old, and has pervasive developmental disorder (PDD).

PDD is grouped under the same medical category as autism, but he's on the high-functioning end.

I had to learn, many years ago, how to deal with a disorder with no known cause, and one which will never go away. Talk about disorderly.

At the end of last week's column, I mentioned the saying, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

If I wasn't so tired, I think I should feel as strong as wonder woman.

I've always felt that you get what you get in life. I was given my three terrific children, one who is extra-special, and they in turn, got me as their mom.

I figure it's an even trade. None of us are perfect.

Matthew may not accept it when I try to explain that bad things happen to everyone, just as there are certain moments when I wonder why I've been given the life I have.

Sometimes I wonder what God was thinking when he gave me all the things I have to deal with.

My life is not orderly. The only thing around me that's neat and orderly are those rows of corn.

The trick to finding some sense of orderliness in the messes of life is to accept whatever you've been given, do the best you can, and sometimes just wing it.

I used to be hung up on past mistakes.

Now, I realize that life is pretty messy, and in most cases I did the best I could and made the best decision I could, at the time.

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