My husband was overseas competing in a Triathlon. I was expecting our sixth child, my oldest daughter was eight. We were renting a home and waiting on some investments to sell before we moved. I decided to take the kids to the pool for the day and eat pizza. Honestly, it was the Friday before Mother’s Day, and I was just enjoying some lazy time with the kiddos.
At about 5pm, I drove into our driveway and noticed water running down the pavement.
With my little troops following behind me, as I walked into the garage I was completely confused about the pathway of running water seeping out from the door. I opened the door to the house to step into about 4 inches of…water.
Except, the smell told me…it wasn’t just water.
The septic tank had backed up and flooded the entire home. Septic tank, folks.
Let that imagery just sink in for a moment.
I grabbed a few dining room chairs and told the children to stand on them while I thought of a solution quickly.
Within a few moments, I had their feet sprayed off from the outside hose and had them buckled back into the car.
I called two friends and my church and told them I was moving. Tomorrow.
By the next morning, several men from church met me at the U-Haul center with egg mcmuffins for my kids. We rented trucks, loaded up boxes, and thanks be to God and my phenomenal church family, I was able to move lock, stock, and barrel in less than 24 hours.
David called and asked how I was doing, did I miss him? I chuckled and said I was a little busy….moving. He didn’t believe me so I put him on the phone with the supervisor of the moving company that came last minute to help.
When I got the phone back, he was stunned. It had been a rough day, but the love and support from so many friends from our church had made it bearable. One family babysat the girls for me, several ladies showed up with groceries, meals, and organized the closets. My back was killing me, with only a couple of months left to go in my pregnancy, all the lifting had gotten the best of me.
Finally, the last of our belongings had been cleaned and put into place. All the helping hands left for the night and I fell asleep completely clothed in my new bedroom. Too exhausted to think straight, I had forgotten that the following day would be Mother’s Day.
My daughters…had not forgotten. With what groceries the ladies had brought the girls prepared something that loosely resembled pancakes and placed several candies and their best attempt at coffee onto a tray and brought it to me as a surprise. I awoke to their smiling faces and sweet kisses.
I held back the tears the best I could.
On my drive to church, I let the tears fly. Overwhelmed, exhausted, afraid of the unexpected expenses we had incurred by moving, and alone without my husband on Mother’s Day, I threw a first class pity party. As bad as things were, they were actually pretty good. The rental had flooded, but we had another home we owned that I could move into. My church family showed up big time and cleaned, lifted, moved and provided food and childcare throughout the entire ordeal. The “things” that were damaged were really not expensive or irreplaceable so I hadn’t lost much. It was just a tough day to be alone without the love and encouragement of my husband and I thought to share this with you because…
As hard as Mother’s Day can be for some of us mommas still in the trenches, I bet you can’t top my story of your house flooded with…waste…
And if you can top this terrible story, or if this weekend is full of sadness for you, please know…I get it. Happy Mother’s Day and I love each and every one of you. If your tempted to tears just envision me driving up to my home with wastewater running into the streets. That should make you smile. Your Mother’s Day has GOT to be better than THAT.