I am deeply grateful to parent my two girls. Its funny because people always talk about how lucky the girls are that they got me for a mom - but really they should be saying how lucky I am to get to parent my two girls. I am the one who gets the warm hands nestled in mine on crisp walks to school; hugs so hard and sudden I am winded; and lilting voices saying "mama, you got to leave work early".
I am deeply grateful for small moments of grace even when it feels like our life is part of a tire fire raging out of control with the horizons obliterated by dark and toxic swirls of never ending waves of smoke.
Its one of those periods- both girls are having health stuff.... Its hard to know what is easier to deal with the "we are concerned..." phone calls or the "its probably nothing..." when its clear we are about four days out from an in-patient hospital stay. I know the rhythms of my children and their illnesses well and tomorrow promises to be a hard day medically.
I am learning to find grace even in moments when hope is limited. I think, or rather wonder, if this is one of the gifts we parents of sick children are granted- the daily reminders of how lucky we are.