Today, I am grateful. I am blessed.
Earlier this week, I learned that a distant friend’s baby passed away. As a mother, I take news like that much differently than I have in the past – and this hit especially close to home because the baby was Ben’s age.
The baby was very sick from birth, and fought a tough fight from beginning to end. I cannot imagine what it must be like to see your new baby suffering like that, for all its short life, and being powerless in the fight.
I’ve always felt lucky that Benjamin is so healthy, but hearing stories like this make me feel extra grateful.
It really puts things in perspective.
All mothers worry about their children. I’m always worrying if his development is on track, if school will come easily to him or if he will struggle, if he will have ADHD or autism or some other behavioral/mental disorder, if he will have more food allergies, if he will make friends or if he will be bullied, if he will have health problems, if he will be successful in life, and the list goes on and on.
I fully realized today that none of that really matters, as long as I have a child that’s HERE. We can get through all of those problems – they are small potatoes compared to what other parents face with their children.
So, I’m snuggling Benny extra close tonight, and he is being showered with millions of extra kisses and lots of love. I’m enjoying every “mamamama” even more and just appreciating the chub out of him.