The Universe has a way of giving me a swift kick in the ass right when I need it.

Remember when I found out that Zach needed glasses and I kind of freaked out a little?  Shortly thereafter my friend Hannah found out that her unborn son Andrew had bunk kidneys, might not survive, and if he did, he’d need a kidney transplant.  (To catch up on her story, go here).

HELLO?!  My kid needed GLASSES, not a new ORGAN.  *Perspective*

And then on Sunday I learned that Baby Emily had taken a turn for the worse and wasn’t going to make it.  That her parents had been forced to make the difficult decision to end her treatment and remove her breathing tube on Monday.  And I was heartbroken.  For her.  For her parents, for their family and friends.

And so, when I took Zach to his follow-up visit with the Ophthalmologist yesterday and found out he most likely needs surgery on his eye muscle, I didn’t, as would normally have been the case, freak out.  Because, in reality, it’s SO not a big deal.  Emily’s parents were saying goodbye to their daughter and I was being told that my perfectly healthy son needs a minor surgery on a muscle in his eye.  *Reality check*

And while I so wish these lessons weren’t possible, that Andrew didn’t need new kidneys and that Emily was running around and playing like my toddler is, they do make me appreciate my kids and my life.  And it makes me thankful that *all* I have to deal with is keeping glasses on an almost two year old and figuring out how to keep a 4 year old in bed at night.

I’m really incredibly lucky.  Even though I might not always realize it.

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