This Momma is Done!

Being a single momma, I have learned a lot of things. For instance, I have learned that it is cheaper to dress my four year old boy in my clothes than it is to buy him clothes. I have learned that I need to speed up my chewing so that I can help my son finish his dinner before he falls asleep; many times, I don't even get to finish my own dinner. And I have learned that I should never, ever try to do anything other than drive my car when I am driving my car. Driving is hard enough on its own!

I know. I know. I should have remembered these wise lessons I had learned from my other children. However, it has been five years since I have had a newborn in the house, and I had forgotten how difficult and distracting it is to have a baby in the car, especially when you are driving.

It was a beautiful day last weekend, so I decided that my little ones and I would take a trip to the park. I loaded my baby girl and my two older boys into the van and headed off. The baby was fussy, but I was confident that I could keep my eyes on the road and nurse her at the same time. I am a pretty skilled multitasker, you see. My older boys were happy, or at least quiet, and so I relaxed a little bit and rolled down the windows. The extra noise drowned out the crying, so I was able to nurse my baby in peace. I even had one hand free to change the radio station.

Suddenly, something darted out in front of my car, and I was forced to slam on the brakes. I had been going almost forty miles an hour, and I skidded for what seemed like a mile. Finally, the van came to a stop, and I was able to catch my breath. The baby had stopped crying, and my older boys were yelling at each other. I looked around, trying to figure out what had made me brake so suddenly, but I couldn't see anything. In fact, everything looked normal.

Just when I was about to get out of the van and investigate, my older son yelled, "Momma! Look! A dog!" and pointed at something in front of the van.

There, lying on the road, was the tiniest, brownest puppy I had ever seen. It was so small that it could fit in the palm of my hand. It was also so pitiful that I almost started crying.

I looked around for his owner, but there was no one in sight. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just leave the puppy there to die. And I didn't want to take him to the vet because I didn't have any money. But I knew that if I didn't take him somewhere, he would die.

Finally, I decided to take him home with me. I wrapped him up in a blanket and put him in a box. When I got home, I gave him some milk and called the vet. The vet said that the puppy had a broken leg and a concussion. He said that the puppy would need surgery, but that he would be okay.

I was so relieved. I gave the puppy a name, Lucky , and I took care of him for the next few weeks. He became a part of our family, and we all loved him very much.

Lucky is now a healthy and happy dog. He loves to play with my boys, and he always greets me at the door when I come home from work. I am so grateful that I was able to save him, and I am so happy that he is a part of our family.