We are spending a lot of days apart from Chris this year. Most days it’s tough to be a family separated, but it makes us really appreciate the time we have Chris here with us. That couldn’t be more true tonight. I must say that I am usually asking, “Who is Murphy and why are his laws always right?” The last time Chris was here we had ordered wood from Zacharias, the local shepherd and butcher. It was October and Zacharias commented that it was early in the year to order wood. We knew we wouldn’t need it for a few months, but told him that since Chris was here, it’d be a good time to have it delivered. Chris would be able to stack it for me. Two weeks later, as I returned from dropping Chris off at the airport, I was greeted by a large stack of wood.
Really? He had two weeks to deliver it, and it arrived the hour Chris left? As I was thinking “Murphy’s Law!” and “Time is such an irrelevant concept here,” there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Zacharias standing there. He was back to help me! He had seen my cousin Stella at the gas station, and she informed him that Chris had just left that morning. Thank goodness for a small village where everyone knows everyone and everything!
So, there are many times when I question the timing of events. Whether it’s something big like that, or something small, such as one of the kids spilling a bowl of cereal on the floor 5 minutes after it was just scrubbed, I always let out a sigh. However, tonight my sigh was a sigh of relief.
The kids were at a friend’s house playing, and I had just returned from my Friday night Greek dancing class. I hadn’t made dinner, so Chris and I decided to walk to the platia to buy “take-out.” I called the kids, told them to head home, and let them know we’d be right back with souvlaki. On the way up the hill my phone rang, and I heard Elias say, “Mom, we need you. Zach fell and his head is bleeding.” The kids were at the house, so Chris handed me the bag of food and sprinted up the hill. The roads were wet and slippery, and Zach had taken a fall not far from home. Usually when the kids come rushing to tell me Zach’s fallen (again), it isn’t that bad. He’s a pretty tough kid and has taken more falls on his head than anyone else I know. He’s usually able to brush it off and doesn’t complain–even if the bump is the size of a small goose egg or he’s bruised up like a prized-fighter. Well, it turns out that tonight he needed stitches!
My kids are pretty amazing. Zach was tough. He barely made a peep when Chris numbed him up. Rea and Elias did an excellent job of staying calm, bringing him back to the house and taking care of him. Rea held his hand the whole way home, despite the fact that blood was pouring down his face, onto his shirt and all over both of them. Elias called us and then told Zach how to stop the blood (with his white shirt). Me, on the other hand, I’m not so brave and wouldn’t have made it if Chris wasn’t here. I tried to let Zach rest his head against my shoulder as Chris stitched him up and almost fainted…felt all the blood leave my head and turned a funny shade of green. I had to sit down–twice–and then was sick in my stomach. I felt like I had just been on a roller coaster and didn’t get off the floor for the next 20 minutes. Meanwhile, Zach finished getting stitched up and enjoyed his souvlaki and fries.
The evening didn’t end there though. After they finished eating, Chris broke out an orange, cut a slice in the peel and taught the kids how to stitch! I guess he knows that if he’s not here he can’t count on me to fix the kids up!