Thoughts from a Mother

Warning: Not for the faint of heart... aka: I cried while I wrote this

Over the past few years, I've come to to realize that your mind is so tuned in to others and their plights. A thought of someone you haven't seen in a long time tells you to call them. A sweet smell reminds you of a special friends from years ago. A dream about your own mortality and the mortality of your kids. That's the one that's hit home this week.

I don't know why, but when I let my mind wander, my mind goes to the worst possible things that could happen to my children and I make myself ill thinking about it. My children are perfectly healthy and happy, yet I can't get out of my mind the types of accidents or diseases that could befall them. I'm not really a praying person (ask any of my family) but I always find myself saying prayers for safety and guidance for me and my family. I can not imagine what it would actually feel like to have something of that magnitude fall on my children.

When it comes to being my hero, my big sister Stephanie takes the prize. Stephanie has had to think about things more differently since Nathan was born. She's had to do things that I couldn't possibly even think of and worry more than anyone I've ever known. All of her thoughts and prayers and pleadings have been heard and felt by those of us close to her and by people she's never met and may never meet. From my experience with Steph, I know that just thinking and praying for another can help.

Which leads us to the reason for my post this morning. My sister-in-law Paula posted this link to a blog called A Dash of Season (http://adashofseason.blogspot.com) where Kylene wrote about the story of Taylie (http://tayliebug.com). I suggest that everyone read their blogs and help in anyway they can, even if it's just getting the story out.