When we did get home and I was walking with Nora in my arms to get her back to sleep at 4:30 am, it hit me. I cried. And cried. I was thankful. I was fortunate. My little girl only has 5 stitches in her head. We didn't lose her. She doesn't have cancer. She is home with us. We spent the rest of the day celebrating Anna's birthday, not grieving. What we went through was a drop in the bucket. A rite of passage some even said.
While walking, my mind goes to those that have lost children. To accidents, cancer, natural disasters. And it all comes into perspective. If I am feeling this heavy weight on me just going through a little cut with stitches, what does it feel like to lose your child? Or get the diagnosis? Just thinking about it weighs so heavy on my chest it makes it hard for me to breathe.
All in perspective.
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4 comments:
Love your thoughts <3
It really is always a matter of perspective. Very well put. Stopping by from Just Write.
I have these same thoughts and when I voice them to my husband he asks why I read about things that are so sad and I tell him it's to put things in perspective and to help me appreciate the blessing right in front of me - besides the fact that I want to support and pray for others of course :)
I read about your ER visit and didn't realize I had been holding my breath until I got to the end. Glad it wasn't more serious!
Great post and a wonderful reminder! When things feel like they are way outta hand...it just takes a change in your way of thinking to put things in perspective. Thanks for the reminder and so happy Nora is okay!
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