Every time I start to get into a rut, something comes along to give me some perspective.
I love the rhythm of our normal day-to-day life. It’s become much more calm and predictable since Nick was born. We stay home so much more – he’s just happier that way and Amelia and I have gotten used to it. Before he was born, she and I went on some form of adventure almost every day. She was an amazing baby like that – I could take her anywhere, anytime and she’d happily adapt. Then, along came Nick and when we started venturing out, the stimulation was just so much for him. It was so much better to stay home and make sure everyone got naps when they needed them and that we weren’t throwing everyone’s schedules off. I never thought I’d say it, but we’re SO a family that sticks to nap schedules and normal routines. If nothing else, but for my own personal sanity.
So, we have our normal now. Almost a year later, we’re settling in. But, you know, some days are just a lot? They’re exhausting – the trying to keep up with clutter, picking up toys, cooking meals only to clean up and feel like it’s time to start the next meal and it all makes me want to take a nap.
Then, I hear about Layla Grace. And I stop. Tears flow and I say some extra prayers. I wish that I could take away that pain from every mother who has ever had to watch a child suffer and I marvel at the Grace and the Faith with which she expresses her thoughts. And I hug my kids about a hundred extra times. And cry some more tears. And say another prayer. And thank God for the precious days that I have with my kids and the messes they make and the tears they cry and the lack of quiet in our house. And my daughter asks me to stop typing and play trains with her. So I’m going to stop. And hit publish and get down on the floor with my sweet girl. And hope that you all head over to read Layla Grace’s story and send some prayers to both her and her family as they search for peace amongst so much heartache.