Baby Jude needed his tonsils out. We knew that. The Tuesday before Thanksgiving (when I usually host a good portion of our family for holidays) was not the timing we expected. But, what are ya gonna do?
I worried about my extended family who typically are here on Thanksgiving, but this year, they were on their own. More importantly, I worried that Jane would not have a “family celebration.” It’s what I do. I worry and then I fix it if I can. If I can’t fix whatever it is, somehow, I find whomever can help me get it fixed. It’s what I do.
Thanksgiving. I couldn’t plan a dinner. Not even dessert. I had a groggy, sore throated baby. His “bounce back” time was far longer than any other of his procedures had been. He was sick. We were admitted into the hospital longer than I anticipated.
Here comes the TURKEY! A God given friend (whom I have only met a few times) offered to make us a Thanksgiving dinner. I didn’t think I needed it, nor could I accept it. I was wrong on both counts. It was a more than delicious meal. A more than divine gift. A blessing.
That same week, I got a note from one of Jude’s teachers that there is a mom struggling. Selfishly, I was tired. Jude was sick. Jane was ornery, and I was tired. But someone needed an ear. She had mine.
She is struggling with her son needing to go to Calico at Summit DD. His teacher asked that I call her. I did. We talked “turkey.” I was honest with Linda.
It sucks sometimes. It hurts your heart more often than not. It is not what you counted on or expected. But no one is promised perfection. And her son, and mine, are perfection – just a differently wrapped package of perfection.
One hour and 46 minutes later, after a very long conversation, I think that Linda (the mom) is on the road to acceptance. I assured her that acceptance is a bumpy road. I told her that Baby Jude and I will meet her and her son in the parking lot on their first day at Summit DD. The boys can “walk” in together. And I will be by Linda’s side. Thankful to help, if I can. (I might even have a leftover turkey sandwich for her. After all, you pay it forward, right!?)
Read more about Baby Jude in the rest of Sarah’s blog posts.