Happy Monday, Everyone!
I shared last week Miss Britt had two big appointments. Thank you for all the messages, e-mails, texts, and prayers about those. They were both really good and we have nothing to be concerned about at the moment.
I’ve told you before that sometimes I get a little nervous sharing deep thoughts and personal experiences but every once in a while I just can’t help myself. Here I go again… 🙂
Britt sees a craniofacial doctor for her cleft lip and cleft palate development. Prior to last year, I’d never thought about a craniofacial doctor before, but his/her job is dealing with any abnormalities with the head, skull, jaw, and neck whether it be from birth or acquired reasons. With the hit movie, Wonder, coming out last year I feel like everyone’s a little more accustomed to what that might look like.
At Britt’s appointment, I opened the door to the office and instantly saw a high school age boy that had severe abnormalities on one side of his face. You guys. I wanted to stop right there, crawl into a little ball, and sob for this boy. I don’t know him. I didn’t talk to him. He wasn’t interested in making eye contact. I don’t know how he feels about his life. Granted, I hope his parents are building him up, I hope he knows who holds his future, and I hope he has big, big dreams and fulfills every single one. But I do know this. His life is hard. Even just sitting in a waiting room with people who are probably the most like him in the world is really hard. It made me truly reconsider my “hard” days.
And I guess I’m writing this post for you to think about your “hard” days as well.
Trust me when I’m say I’m not talking about those of you that are truly having hard days…sick children, death, loss of a job, etc. Those things are hard. Really hard.
I’m referring to those “hard” days when everything doesn’t go my {our-I’m speaking to myself but hoping you can relate.} way and I think it’s been such a tough day. Maybe I have some extra unexpected work that takes longer than I was anticipating, I forget to turn the slow cooker on and dinner never cooks, I can’t find Nixon’s baseball pants so we’re ten minutes late arriving to his game, and Tab was supposed to be home early but just called to let me know he’ll be late. Let’s be real, that day wasn’t ideal but it wasn’t “hard”. Was it? Do you ever have those types of “hard” days?
I want this little place in the internet world to be a place that encourages you, uplifts you, and brings you a laugh. I’m not sure about you, but Mondays aren’t always my favorite. I’d love to have just one extra weekend day. Wouldn’t we all? But I hope today, you join me by slaying this Monday. And looking at it, like it’s not so “hard”.
Thanks for letting me share a little piece of my heart.
XO
