Mother Love

We took the kids to a birthday party at Jump on In! today. LadyBug LOVED it. She went on the slide over and over with whoever would take her. Bug… not so much. It breaks my heart to watch him struggle with things that his peers find easy. It’s all that much harder now that LadyBug is showing us what “normal” means. I don’t care if Bug is “normal” or not, but I want him to be happy and he has such a hard time that he can’t enjoy many activities in his life.

Tonight I read some very sad news. The McClenahan family lost their daughter Cora. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer (neuroblastoma) on January 25 and passed away today at only 11 months’ old. I discovered this news while checking in on Yummy Mummy who lost her baby Aiden at 38 weeks’ gestation.  I can’t really imagine what these families are going through, but it does put my concerns in perspective. My kids (knock on wood) are healthy and relatively happy.

As I was mulling over the situation, I heard crying. It was Bug. I ran into his room (suffice to say that I was already feeling a bit freaked out) and found him sitting up in bed and looking distraught. Since he hasn’t been feeling well today, I was concerned. When I asked what was wrong, he told me that he needed his teddy bear and turtle. He was only missing his stuffed animals! Once they were restored to their rightful place on his bed and I had showered him with hugs and kisses, he promptly informed me, “I’m going to go to sleep now, Mama.”

I’m not sure I would have chosen to have kids if I had known how much I would love them. That probably sounds stupid, but you can’t help but be vulnerable when you love someone that much. I hate being vulnerable. Anyway, it’s too late. =} I’m smitten.