My son was not feeling well today (renal failure, not quite to dialysis yet). It has been a brutal week. He still gets up each day and goes to work. He has a incredible wife and 2 beautiful children. My grandson had a baseball game, knowing how tired and weak he was , I suggested he stay home and rest. He looked at me and said no, I do not want to miss his game. My grandson is autistic and plays on the miracle team, for special needs kids. At the ball field he remained in the car to rest, while the rest of us set up our chairs, and my daughter-in-law played catch with my grandson to warm up a bit before the game. The kids each may have a helper if they need it, and when my grandson took the field ( 2ndbase) Dad hurries out to take his place behind his son. As my son is hustling to shag balls that get by my grandson, high fiveing runners as they round 2nd base, and whispering encouragement to my grandson I suddenly began to cry. Not sobs, just tears slipping down my cheeks as I witnessed what life is really about. It is not about stuff, it is not about jobs, it is not about racing to see who gets there first......it is about love, those small moments that happen all around us each and every day. We pretend that this next kidney transplant will fix things and that everything will back to normal. But we all know that with each new kidney the risks get higher. This will be # 3. I do not want normal, I do not want perfect, I just want one more day like today. I want to see and feel the love my son has for his family. To witness his courage, to help with his struggle. I am his mother first and foremost. He is my hero.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 03:38:29 +0000
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