I’ve been debating posting this or not, but this has just gotten under my skin since this morning. We were leaving the library & J was in his walker, he leaned over & was playing in the gravel (like a 6 year old boy). Two elderly women were getting out of their car & both looked at me & said “you’ve got your hands full”. I politely smiled back & said “not as full as my heart”. I don’t know why that line just rubs me the wrong way, but it does.
I think this morning’s comments irked me enough to write a post for many reasons. Neither of them know how I begged God for these days. To have a child capable of walking, digging in gravel & to be able to be with him on a random Wednesday summer morning. I won’t lie and tell you everyday on this journey is a picnic, but everyday is a miracle and a huge gift from God. These are the days I prayed for, cried tears of sorrow and joy over. So, if you think my hands are full, you should see my heart.