1) Getting a tire changed with a toddler and an infant in tow is NEVER a good idea. The hour they promised turned into almost two, and snacks, Mickey, and the Endless Alphabet app only get you so far. I found myself looking at the time barely ticking away as Hunter was running in circles around the tire shop. Hayden was crying and I may have flashed a mechanic or two while trying to feed her. As you can tell, it was a completely uneventful visit. I'm sure the staff at the tire shop probably learned their lesson and won't hold moms hostage for that long any more. Any moms needing to have their tire changed in Katy, you're welcome!
2) Mama bear moments are becoming more frequent and I find myself in awe at the parenting or lack there of around. A kid in Hunter's gym class was picking on him--pushed him in the back of the head, tapped him in chest/cast, and just would not leave him alone. I found myself frozen not knowing what the best reaction was for the situation. The kid's mother was standing right there and pulled him away, but said nothing to him. Okay, they are two and I get that, but discipline your children! Hunter gave the kid a look like, "What's your deal, dude?!", but didn't retaliate in any way. Hunter just went on doing the class activity and let the kids actions roll off his shoulders. We may not be perfect parents by any means, but I think we are doing something right.
3) Get your Jesus in however you can Monday through Saturday. When I listen to Christian radio it puts me in a better state of mind. There were several moments this week that I wanted to scream because of the disarray in our house and give the contractor an ear full as our remodel project creeps to a finish. I'm sure I might have said something I probably would have regretted had I not been singing at the top of my lungs just minutes before.
4) I know that one day he will pull her hair and she will tattle on him, but right now, sibling love is so sweet!
5) Humbling moments catch you by surprise. James and I took Hunter to meet with his neurosurgeon, Dr. Dauser, at Texas Children's on Tuesday. (The cysts within his spinal cord are unchanged, so we say a prayer of praise for now and continue to monitor for another year. ) As we walked into the clinical care center, as we have numerous other times, we saw several very young children with visible health issues being wheeled into the facility. In these moments, we find ourselves praising God for our many blessings, admiring the strength of the people who care for those amazing kiddos, and being thankful for the opportunity to meet other families that walk through those halls needing extra care.
James and I both talked about how humbling it is to walk into Texas Children's and Scottish Rite and while we'd love for Hunter's spine to be straight, we are thankful for the journey.
After a conversation with some dear friends yesterday morning, I started thinking about the word "normal" and the fear that surrounds the unknown or "different". Hunter's condition may some day be a blip on the radar and he may lead a seemingly "normal" life. To be honest though, I don't want Hunter to be "normal" or to forget the path that he has walked. I want him to be different. I want him to be a world changer and to use his distinctive personality and experience to be an example for others. Sometimes I think we let worry consume us as we attempt to plan the details of our lives. Yes, James and I decided to have children, but ultimately we no more made that choice for ourselves than we chose the number of hairs on our heads. I've typed these words before, but God doesn't always call the equipped, but equips the called. He didn't choose us to make the plan, he chose and equips us fulfill it.
Cheers to the weekend to come!
God bless and Gig'em!
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