As a mom, I have beaten myself up plenty of times. I'm sure everyone who is a mom has done it to themselves on more than occasion. It's hard being a mom period, let alone a mom with chronic illness.
Many times I wonder, "How is my illness affecting Jacob? How is this going to influence his life? What is he going to miss because he has ME for a mom?"
Well, a couple of weeks ago, Jacob and I did a "wishing bone" (what Jacob calls it) from a chicken we had. He had been asking every day if it was dry enough. FINALLY it was. And the weirdest thing happened.... Well, for me anyway: Both sides broke under the joint and the top flew right off. Neither one of us got the bigger piece.
So I'm like, now what?
So I said, "Well, I guess we BOTH get a wish today! Why don't you go first?"
And my amazing, beautiful, tender-hearted boy said to me: "Know what I wished for mom? I wish that Jesus would come back right now and take us all to heaven so we can all never be sick again."
I about bawled.
Looks like I've done SOMETHING right!