Another day of doctor appointments, and relatively speaking a successful one. News that her vision is improving. So why did I walk away from Children's Hospital feeling defeated again?! My low points strike at the oddest moments.
I came home to a blessing of note. If I open my eyes a little wider, I see how many that there are around me. The blessing today came in the form of a darling and quirky 4 year old.
Sabrina at 2 and a half months of age gave me a glimpse of who she is. She laughed out loud - she was so tiny and she laughed this mischievous laugh. I hear it and see that moment in my mind like it just happenned yesterday. She has been walking around the house in her Canada toque, she sleeps with it on, and waves her little Canadian flag.
This little blessing of mine has a way of lightening the mood. Not much makes me laugh out loud. Right now anyway. That is until I turn around and see her head in a bowl licking out the leftover ketchup from the mac-and-cheese lunch. I ask her when she comes up for air if she'd like to wear the bowl on her head now that she has licked it clean and she replies "no mommie, that would mess up my hair.". OK, so I know that it is really only cute to me, but her style, her words, her chutzpah brings me more than I appreciate most of the time. That very chutzpah at bed time doesn't give me the same results as you could imagine.
When you feel like the curse of life is surrounding you like Pigpen - Charlie Brown's friend - it is important to find strength wherever you can. Sabrina fuels my humour. Humour is a strength that I draw upon and feed off of. Humour makes me happy. Sabrina makes me happy. Sabrina = strength. My life right now makes me appreciate that all the more. Thankfully.
Thank Heaven for little girls....
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