The wonderful world of blogging provides many things:
An outlet for the harried stay-at-home mom who doesn’t want to lose it because her 3 year old stuffed a PBJ into the DVD player while the baby played in the toilet water.
A record – baby book of sorts – of all those precious milestones and fun times.
A place to write poetry and short stories.
A place to make goals and be accountable.
The possibilities are endless. I almost always learn or take away something from my time following one blog to another.
A couple of weeks ago I followed a link to this blog. To their story. Their sweet baby girl who is in heaven now. It took me 2 days but I read through the entire journal. I was amazed at this mommy’s ability to share all these intimate details of her daughter’s disease and treatment – good times and bad. My heart aches for her and the emptiness she must feel. And the anger. But I am thankful to her, so thankful for the courage it took to share her story. For reminding me that my children are such a precious gift – as is every moment that I am lucky enough to share with them (even the frustrating ones). That I am guaranteed nothing. And I am so blessed.
Please pray for this family. Please try to remember them next time your 3 year old does something 3 year old-ish. I know I will.
Jen,
I was led to that blog on Sunday. I was just floored. At everything. At the openess of the mother. At the strength of the daughter. At the very short last week and a half. At the doctors’ actions in the final minutes. At the name of her new blog and how hard it would be for me to type that title.
I’m so glad someone else read it. I was doing the serious ugly cry explaining everything to David yesterday…explaining how I (almost) wanted to go in to Reagan’s room and wake him up from his nap so that we could cuddle.
And then last night I put Reagan to bed. I was kind of ready to get out of there so that I could just watch some tv before bed. But then Alexa entered my mind. So I said a quick prayer for her family, and then I grabbed Reagan and held on tight for longer than I needed to. I did it for Alexa’s mom and dad. They would give anything to have a few more minutes with Alexa…even if they happened to be annoyed with her for some silly reason (and just because she was doing something a typical 4 year old would do).
Thank you for posting this for your friends and family to read. I wanted to, but I just don’t know what I would write to go with the link.
There really are “no words”…
Thank you for passing that on. I know everybody who reads about Alexa and her mother’s strength will be moved to do something different today.
I agree with everyone. I know that I will do something special today with Regan and I can only hope that in times of annoyance, I can think of Alexa and family and realize this is just life and to embrace it with both arms and heart. Okay, now I have to stop slobbering at my work desk and clean myself up!
seriously…i’ve been following alexa for a long time.
everywhere i go, there you are.
Like everyone else i have no words. We tend to for get how shot life is and how to enjoy it to the fullest with the ones we love.