This weekend, Maxwell had a fever off and on since Friday morning, so we had to cancel our scheduled plans and we just spent time the four of us. It was disappointing that we couldn't do what we had planned, but it was a nice weekend none the less.
Saturday, we went to "our" farm to pick pumpkins. It was a bit cold but we were all there together and had a great time.
This is where the "So Grateful" part of my post comes in. Sitting cozily on our wagon ride, we sat next to a mom with a lil' boy. She was cradling him in her arms and you could see tubes coming from and going to him from a bag she carried on her back. She turned and asked another wagon rider to take a picture of them. As she turned him, we could see that he obviously had brain damage. He was barely aware of what was going on around him other than to flinch when the sun hit his face. He looked to be between 12-18 months old, not much younger than Maxwell, who was sitting on my lap happily chatting and pointing and looking around. I almost felt bad to have Maxwell sitting next to her.
But, I admire her for not keeping herself and her son at home. For taking him out and letting him experience life even if he may not be fully aware and understanding. I admire her, but I'm so grateful. So grateful that God granted me and Matt two healthy, smart, "normal" babies. I think sometimes God uses these moments to help us appreciate what we have and remind us to pray for those who have different situations.
That night, putting my boys to bed, I kissed them, thanked God for them and prayed for that woman and her strength. I wish I could tell her son how lucky he is to have her as a mother.