My childhood best friend just lost her baby. He was stillborn very far along in her pregnancy, and I was devastated to hear the news. I keep thinking of the happy little girl she was when we were friends and how very sad she must be now. It’s not fair. These are the moments that make me wonder why such tragic things happen to good people. I’m usually pretty good at rationalizing why things happen, because they make us stronger, because they lead to better things down the road. But losing a child before you’ve even had the chance to know them. Sigh.
However, this also reminded me how very grateful I am for my life, my boys. Grateful for each poopy diaper I change because it means Collin is here, and eating. Grateful for every meltdown either of them has because it means they’re here, and they have opinions about life. And of course grateful for the hugs, the kisses, the discoveries, the magic of childhood, and all of the other amazing parts of being a mother. It’s so easy to get caught up in the negative, in the things are hard, in the wanting more, in the wishing things were easier. But really, as long as I have my family and my friends, I have everything I need.