I am blessed. I am shoot for the stars over the top blessed.
I have a job that I love.
I have two children I adore.
I have a wonderful husband.
I have a great house.
I have a daughter with down syndrome.
Blessed. Blessed. Oh so very blessed.
When I was sitting on the beach, I again reflected on Eslea’s birth. How I was so scared at the thought of raising a child with special needs. Now, ten months later, those thoughts have been replaced with overwhelming blessings and joy. She is a joy. She is perfect. There are so many moms right now that may be receiving similar news about a "special" diagnosis. The rush of feelings and doubts will attempt to overtake your mind. I know those feelings. But to be completely honest with you, if you are one of those moms, I’m HAPPY for you. I feel joy for you.
You are blessed.
You’re child has designer genes.
Your child is PERFECT.
Maybe it was the trip to the beach that has me reflecting so much on these blessing. Every time I visit my friend the ocean, she reminds me of the vastness of life. That we are so small. Our problems are so tiny. Our wants…so minute. Feet in the water feeling the tide pull the sand between each toe as I soak up view of the sky forever chasing the sea...blessed.