Saturday, June 1, 2013

A Lucky One

The last time I went to the grocery store, the cashier ringing me up asked if I'd like to make a donation to the Children's Miracle Network.  I said yes and told her the amount to add to my bill for the donation without blinking.  Looking at the baby girl I was carrying in an infant backpack and my 3 year old son straining to help with the credit card keypad from the cart, the cashier smiled at me and said, you're so lucky to have healthy children.

The statement struck me, but I agree, I am a lucky one.  I get to go to bed each night exhausted by but in love with two sweet kids.  I get to obsess over the details of their lives, celebrate the milestones, and fret over the fevers.  I get to worry that I'm not a good enough mom (every day).  I get the chance to hear my son tell me he loves me too much and feel my daughter melt into my arms after I pick her up to comfort her and know that I must be doing something right as a mom to feel this joy.  I get to experience the world in a way I never would without these two little souls and live with the heavy responsibility to help prepare them for what life has in store for them.

This hits me even more when I consider those in my life who are finding it difficult to concieve or have lost a pregnancy.  It breaks my heart even more to know how much these ladies want to have a baby.  It makes me feel guilty about not appreciating every moment, even the bad ones, because I'm lucky enough to get to experience both the highs and lows that come with parenthood.

So my response to the cashier was appropriate.  I smiled and replied yes, I'm very lucky.