It use to be that every time I got in the car with Odette to go to the hospital my stress levels were so high that I would literally have no fingernails left by the time I made it there.
Even though Odette has been cancer free for a little over a year, I still get in a panic every time she gets a bruise, doesn't eat much, gets a temperature or I have to take her to a check up appointment.
That was until very recently.
The past few weeks things have taken on a different perspective. A perspective that during cancer I always wished I had, but was irritated at those who thought this way. (Seeing your baby suffer causes all sorts of havoc on the emotions.)
Everything happens for a reason. You learn a lot, you grow a lot and....you wish that you hadn't wished that part of your life away.
Yes, today, I was missing the moments in life that broadened my knowledge and depth of understanding and appreciation for the plan of salvation. The moments that stretched me and tested my limits to the max. The moments that helped me create a very special bond with my baby girl and my other children. The moments that expanded my definition of neighbors. The moments that turned total strangers into family. The moments that increased my capability to love others. The moments that made me see things as the Savior sees them. Today I totally heard "Behold your little one" as I was at the hospital with her. Who knew that such an awful situation could be so amazingly wonderful? Who knew that a six month to 2 1/2 year old could teach so much, love so deep and forgive so easily. It is no wonder why we are told to be like little children.
I love my "sweet little peanut" who is still cancer free...and gained 1/2 pound!!
