I cannot figure out how to introduce this post. It all started with my crummy attitude lately with the kids. It seems like I’ve just been more frustrated than enjoying my boys. The boys (read: Mac mainly) have been waking up crabby. I’ve been coming home so tired and exhausted from work and all I want to do is sit in my chair. Just things like that.
Then I had several crazy emotional moments this past week.
1. I’m currently reading an author that tackles real life situations. The last book I just finished had the story of two kids that were killed by a drunk driver. When she wrote about the six year old that died, I pictured Mac gone. I cried.
2. I’ve been keeping up with the singer Aaron Shust‘s life with having two kids with medical conditions (EE and now his newest baby born with Down Syndrome). I pictured my babies not whole. I cried.
3. Coming home from work today, the Kenny Chesney song There Goes My Life came on the radio. I pictured my babies grown and gone. I cried.
The common thread to all of these (besides me crying all the time!) is my extreme thankfulness to God for His blessings in my life. I realized, I could lose it all in an instant. And it’s in His control. Not mine. So I’m trying not to take any of it for granted as often as I have lately.
I think I’ll go watch my babies sleep now. 🙂
