Little Loves

I haven’t written in a while.  I took some time off to be with my little guy.  He’s teething right now and it’s been very hard on him.

Anyway, last week I went to his GI doctor’s office to pick up some more formula, you know, what they give us samples of (Praise The Lord!).  I can always call them and run over there on my lunch break and pick it up because they’re so close to my office.  When I got there and walked in, just like I always do, except this time, I looked around the room at the little ones that were there.  About the time I did this, a mother of another little boy looked up at me and looked directly into my eyes.  She had her little love sitting on her lap, he looked to be about one and a half, maybe two years of age.  He was sitting there in his cute little outfit playing a game on her phone.  Had his pacifier in his mouth.  Just a sweet little thing.  Then I noticed that he had a feeding tube in his nose.  I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with him, but I just kept walking and walked up to the counter to pick up my son’s formula.  As I walked away, she looked up at me again.  As her eyes caught mine, she had a blank look.  But I smiled at her again and kept walking out the door.

I’ve been thinking about her ever since that day.  Wondering about her and her son.  Wondering about that blank stare on her face.  Wondering if it was contentment or sadness.

You know, I find myself complaining so many times, or listening to complaints from others, about my son’s medicine he’s having to take or the special formula he has to drink, because the medicine was so expensive and his formula was special and you couldn’t just run out to the nearest store and pick it up if he ever ran out of it.  You have to wait until the doctor’s office is open again and you have to make a special trip over there and pick it up.  But when I saw this mama and her little love sitting in that waiting room, I couldn’t help but think to myself that they were just a little reminder that the Lord sent my way that day.  Just a little reminder that things aren’t as bad as they could be.  Things could always be a lot worse.  My son does have acid reflux and he does have a sensitivity to the protein in his milk, but at least he’s able to drink from a bottle.  At least he’s able to drink that way and gain weight.  At least he did get to come home from the hospital on time and didn’t have to remain there as many babies do for periods of time.  At least he is healthy.

I think sometimes as parents, and as humans,  we get caught up in every day life and we get caught up in the way that things are going and the way we think or wish they could go and we forget how blessed we are.  We forget to be thankful for what we have.  Not only do I have a healthy son, but we were blessed enough to have a baby boy, and we did not have a difficult journey getting there and I did not have a difficult pregnancy either.  So many people, even ones that I know, try for years to get pregnant, and some never do.  And some have very difficult pregnancies and some lose their little ones before they are able to come into the world.

So today, I am thankful.  I am thankful for waking up today and being healthy.  I’m thankful for my marriage.  I’m thankful for my son.  I’m thankful for having a job and being financially stable.  I’m thankful for a roof over my head and food on my table every single day.  I’m thankful for my family’s health and wellness.  Mostly importantly, I’m thankful that the Lord has blessed me with this life and that He loves me the way that He does, and I am thankful for my relationship with Him.  Today, I am just thankful.

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