We traipsed into the Doctor’s office, just him, and me, with a cuddle between us.
We sat and we sat and we sat, sat, sat, sat, and suddenly the door opened and we stared with childlike eyes as the Physician brought us news:
Sheldon’s head had jumped the beaten path of 95%; it was time to call the Neurosurgeon, but first; four vaccines.
He is who he is, and he IS wonderful and sweet. I promised the Doctor not to Google.
We already learned that Google is a friend to the person who has an onion, a potato and doesn’t know what to make for dinner. Google is an enemy to unknown causes, and a search will convince worried parents a symptom is terminal before the Neurosurgeon dismisses it as familial.
Here we are again, six months later, and on Tuesday we hear back from the same Neurosurgeon, waiting for an MRI, waiting for a verdict. I refused to worry….and somehow I found myself wringing my hands anyway. Sometimes I can’t control my feelings.
I drove to the store in a fit that evening, determined to have preservative free food for my family, because diet is helpful in all matters, and I was in the mood to embrace help.
“Dear God, I need to give me your peace. I also need to know what to make for dinner. I need your peace. I need your peace”
I walked out with a watermelon. As I sliced the pink flesh in my kitchen, I realized that rejoicing is my safeguard, and thankfulness had come unbidden. The smell of summer in the bright green shell had made me forget everything else except for the gift that is fresh produce. I smiled to myself and started my list, and almost cried in my roast chicken, because God is GOOD. Amen.
“Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord. To write the same things again is no trouble to me, and it is a safeguard for you.” – Philippians 3:1
201. Fresh watermelon sans seeds.
202. Summer food on a bad day.
203. Friends who pray.
204. All the good little things that cover the dark unknown.
205. Being invited to come in to dinner when I’m only stopping by.
206. Staying for chocolate ice cream and delightful conversation.
207. The smell of fresh laundry.
208. Spring gardens in the twilight.
209. Holding hands with my husband and walking around town without kiddos.
210. Giving boys baths in my big bathtub and watching them swirl bubbles by the green light of the maple tree.
211. The sound of the dishwasher and dryer late at night. Cozy.
212. Dinosaur foot braces that will help little feet grow strong.
213. Growing older with a handsome man who makes me laugh and keeps me grounded.
It’s been a difficult few days, just because of the unknown…I haven’t Googled. We’ve been to the Neurosurgeon before with no adverse results, so I’m taking this in stride, but I’m hopeful that this is just a path that we can take to help our sweet cuddle bug develop and grow to be stronger. In the meantime, he’s crawling around and melting our hearts, and life is a wonderful gift.