It seems that I only blog if some sort of event happened or if I have pictures to tell a story about my life. But I want to start writing down thoughts and experiences I have throughout the day, because blogging isn't just about pictures of your babies and the food you eat. When I experience certain emotions, or come to a realization, or make observations about daily life, I want to write them down and remember what I once thought and felt. So, I now begin more short, simple entries, so add to all those pictures of my amazing baby, :)
Have you ever read the blog, babyboybakery.com? I stumbled upon this page as I saw a friend on Intsagram rave about this particular blog and the mom who was behind it. But what really caught my attention one day, was when all my blogger friends were posting condolences to this mother about losing her son. I was curious what was going on, so I visited her webpage. It was there I found out that her 3 yr old son, with the most vibrant and beautiful hair, was hit by a car and killed. I felt awful.
This little boy was their only child. He was a clone of his dad and the true love of his moms heart. Her blog has always been so obvious of the love and fun these parents shared with their little boy, and along with yummy recipes, it was always a great read. After the sons death, the blog ceased to be active for a little while. I wondered what was going on through their heads and how their hearts were surviving.
Then, the parents were surprise guests on the Ellen show. I watched with admiration as they both were strong, selfless, loving while chatting with her. It reminded me to go check the blog and see if there were any updates.
I checked again this morning, and read about the last 12 entries I was behind on. There I was, sitting in my oversized sweatpants, while eating cereal as my son watched Curious George in the background. And I cried. The tears couldn't stop falling, because this woman is so beautiful with words, and all I could think about was my own son and how I would be feeling if it were his life lost. My heart ached for her, but also rejoiced as it was obvious both the Lord and her little boy were very present in their lives. I wondered if I could be as honest or as strong. I think I would die if Wa'akea himself died.
As Wa'a waddled over to me in his airplane pajamas saying: "Pwese, pwese!" while begging for an otterpop at 8:00 in the morning, I picked up him and kissed his chubby check, hugged his little body and gave him an orange Popsicle. I gave in and I didn't care.
I am grateful for reminders to hug our loved ones close and be aware with how blessed we are to have them in our lives. I am sad that I am often reminded of these things ar the expense of someone else's pain, but it is always a sweet reminder anyway to love and cherish a little more each day.
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