Someone is Wishing that this was Happening to Them

Today was nothing special. An ordinary day consisting of half asleep meal preps, silly games, and giggles with my little prince. I washed diapers, picked up the house a bit, and even manged to do a load of laundry. It was not until this evening that I read a blog that broke my heart.

My friend Kim posted a link about mattress wrapping and the lady who wrote it lost a child a few months ago to SIDS. I went back through and read the blog entry stating that she had lost her daughter. It broke my heart. I HATE hearing about loss, whether it be during pregnancy, infant, child, etc. I hate hearing about it. It made me turn my attention to my 2 year old climbing and dragging his soggy crackers all over my semi-new couch. At that moment, the future mess I would evidently have to clean up did not matter to me. The look of my couch did not matter. He was having so much fun, sitting, and chatting anyway; not a worry in the world. My heart swelled and then I felt sadness. This lady could no longer watch her child and swell with pride as she watched her daughter live life. My heart ached for her.

These tragic events that happen always remind me how lucky and blessed I am to have a happy, healthy, lively little boy. Yes, sometimes I do take him for granted, but who doesn't and everyone has, whether they admit it or not. I am going to try and always remind myself that when I am screaming in my head that I want more sleep, irritated about the constant screams of hearing "MOMMY I WANT...", a wrecked house complete with toys happily strewn everywhere, a toilet clogged with blocks, sofas strewn with soggy cracker fingers, or walking around the corner to find my lipstick, which has been transformed into a paint brush on my white walls, I will remember that somewhere, someone is wishing that this was happening to them.

Thank you God for sending me a piece of my heart.

Wes in Montevallo, AL playing in the creek.

He is 2 years&&8months old here.