Tonight as I rock my crying baby with 101 temperature and 4 band aids on his thighs, I am feeling especially blessed and grateful. It seems like lately I have come across a few different blogs or stories of people losing their child, whether it was complications during pregnancy, premature birth, or an illness developed after birth. I sit in tears as I read these stories of women I don't even know, and my heart breaks for them. The love a mother has for her child is indescribable, priceless, and overwhelming. I can't even begin to imagine the heartache and emptiness a mother must feel after such a loss. My heart goes out to anyone that has to experience that hurt.
Tonight, I am grateful for my sweet boy.
I'm grateful that I can be here to comfort him when he is in pain.
I'm grateful I wake up to him crying during the night, even though it is not always fun.
I'm grateful for his smiles and giggles that light up my day.
I'm grateful for all the hard, overwhelming days, because I know what a blessing he is.
Tonight, I will squeeze a little tighter,
rock a little longer,
kiss a little softer,
and love even harder...