Tonight as I tucked my children into bed, I was able to take a second with them to hold, and draw strength from them. This does not happen every night, but I find that when I am tired, worn out and fearful, this can happen. I put Grayson to bed first. He is coming off a week of steroids as part of his chemo treatment, and he is at the point where he has started to calm down from his week of anger and discomfort. As I prayed with him he was grateful for his sister and mother, making sure he thanked God for our bunny rabbit Pippin. After he grabbed me by my ears, (which hurt a bit), brought my face to his, did an Eskimo kiss with his nose, and said Ugh Hig muga. This is from Daniel Tigers Neighborhood. I gave him his chemo for the night said goodnight, and went to Sophies room to Tuck her in. She prayed for good dreams, Grayson, and mommy and daddy. She kissed me and asked if she could read a book before bed. I said yes, no problem. After a few minutes it hit me, how normal was that? It was so predictable and innocent, full of trust and peace. A year ago we fought tooth and nail for our child and his survival, and this year we celebrate the mundane, but sacred task of putting our children to bed. Its amazing what a year will bring. We wait and hope at the strength of our son, knowing that before the winter ends we will be back in the hospital for something, but for right now we accept and feel the blessing of health and hope. This past year has been a dealing of grace in our lives, and an understanding that we are a blessed family amongst the ashes.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 05:23:19 +0000
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