Oh, so grateful...
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Dear Friends,
I started my morning with some bad news. I found out that the daughter of
a woman on another list I belong to just died after fighting a hard cancer
battle since the beginning of the year. She was only eight years old. This
hit me pretty hard because I am coming up on three years since the diagnosis
of my own breast cancer. I sat in the computer room, staring out the window,
wondering why I am still here when this precious soul, who barely had a
chance to taste life, is gone.
As I sat by the window thinking, and admiring what promises to be a
beautiful spring day, I noticed kids gathering at the bus stop. I started
thinking how different my morning would be if I had to get my son off to
school. I went back upstairs to snuggle with Colton, who had migrated from
his bed to mine. We were joined by our troublemaker Boo Cat, and my sweet
Anya, the happiest dog in the world. My son and I played with the animals
and talked about everything and nothing for a solid half hour.
Colton was able to linger over a breakfast of strawberry toast and a
blackberry shake while I read to him from one of the books in the Redwall
series. Our plans for the rest of the day will probably include pouring over
the new dinosaur books we picked up at the library yesterday, playing some
math games, a LOT more reading, and a long bike ride. What luxury! What a
gift!
Cancer taught me a valuable lesson. I learned to live my life with
boundless enthusiasm, loving my family and friends with reckless abandon. I
learned that so many things I used to think were important just don't matter.
These are a few of the things that DO: Sitting with Colton for twenty
minutes while we watch a bird take a bath in the water that drips from our
picnic table. Answering the phone to discover it's my husband, taking a
moment from his busy day to call and say he loves me. Laughing with my
family until tears run down our cheeks and our sides ache. Taking the time
to really listen when Colton wants to tell me more information about Pokemon.
Taking my husband's hand when we walk together. Telling my son I am so
happy to be his mom. This is all holy ground.
Life is so fragile and fleeting, but at the same time it is achingly
beautiful. I am grateful that I now see the world with new eyes, that I have
found the sacred in the mundane. Yes, there are heartbreaks and difficult
valleys we must walk. But all along the path, there are blessings that move
me to tears. I plan to seek them out and revel in them. Drink deeply of
life, my friends, and go give someone you love a hug.
Blessings,
Carol
I started my morning with some bad news. I found out that the daughter of
a woman on another list I belong to just died after fighting a hard cancer
battle since the beginning of the year. She was only eight years old. This
hit me pretty hard because I am coming up on three years since the diagnosis
of my own breast cancer. I sat in the computer room, staring out the window,
wondering why I am still here when this precious soul, who barely had a
chance to taste life, is gone.
As I sat by the window thinking, and admiring what promises to be a
beautiful spring day, I noticed kids gathering at the bus stop. I started
thinking how different my morning would be if I had to get my son off to
school. I went back upstairs to snuggle with Colton, who had migrated from
his bed to mine. We were joined by our troublemaker Boo Cat, and my sweet
Anya, the happiest dog in the world. My son and I played with the animals
and talked about everything and nothing for a solid half hour.
Colton was able to linger over a breakfast of strawberry toast and a
blackberry shake while I read to him from one of the books in the Redwall
series. Our plans for the rest of the day will probably include pouring over
the new dinosaur books we picked up at the library yesterday, playing some
math games, a LOT more reading, and a long bike ride. What luxury! What a
gift!
Cancer taught me a valuable lesson. I learned to live my life with
boundless enthusiasm, loving my family and friends with reckless abandon. I
learned that so many things I used to think were important just don't matter.
These are a few of the things that DO: Sitting with Colton for twenty
minutes while we watch a bird take a bath in the water that drips from our
picnic table. Answering the phone to discover it's my husband, taking a
moment from his busy day to call and say he loves me. Laughing with my
family until tears run down our cheeks and our sides ache. Taking the time
to really listen when Colton wants to tell me more information about Pokemon.
Taking my husband's hand when we walk together. Telling my son I am so
happy to be his mom. This is all holy ground.
Life is so fragile and fleeting, but at the same time it is achingly
beautiful. I am grateful that I now see the world with new eyes, that I have
found the sacred in the mundane. Yes, there are heartbreaks and difficult
valleys we must walk. But all along the path, there are blessings that move
me to tears. I plan to seek them out and revel in them. Drink deeply of
life, my friends, and go give someone you love a hug.
Blessings,
Carol
Anita Bower
Carol:
Thank you!
Anita
Homeschooling Mom
Nottingham, PA
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Thank you!
Anita
Homeschooling Mom
Nottingham, PA
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