As I Cry

So I was reading one of my favorite blogs (Click this link to read her blog)  today and she posted pictures from fathers day. Yes a little late but so what. Her middle child is battling cancer. Such a sweet little angle face. Why does God do this to people? Anyways… Fathers day was the day her daughter went in for her next round of chemo, she talked about how they spent it with the family, both set’s of parents were there, how they tried to keep it upbeat and be positive and how she cried all day long. But the thing she said that really got me was this…

“During this time of Lucy's illness I have been keenly aware of the emotions that my parents and Erik's parents live with everyday. Not only are they grieving the illness of their granddaughter but they are also having to watch helplessly as their own daughter and son suffer and experience indescribable heartache. This whole experience has solidified my belief that you will never, ever grow too old to want to take care of your children.”

How true is that?

When I was in the hospital and gave birth to my twins I worried about Me and my babies. David having heart surgery at five days old and again a few months later. I worried about US. I never once thought about what my parent’s or Paul’s parents were feeling. This really makes me sad now and I cried as I read what Kate had posted.

Now yes, I do know that at the time it was my job to worry about me and my babies but now that things are calmed down and David is a normal (well… how normal can he be, he takes after me) healthy almost five year old I should really thank our parents for everything they have done for us.

Paul and I are so lucky to have the parents we have. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.