Another night in the ER...but this time with the 3rd Potter boy!
I can remember all of my sister's going off for a day alone with my mother, a rare occurance with 6 kids, because they needed glasses and I never did. Boy did I hate my 20/20 then. I felt somehow as she carted them off that I missed out on all the attention that would certainly be slathered on them for the day....well now all 3 Potter boys have had their turn alone with mom and I hope we are in the clear. It was difficult at best, as we near Caleb's one year mark, to sit in a waiting room full of distorted memories of sleepless nights and heartache and fear. Watching other mother's holding their crying child; their fears echoed in their child's eyes, ... staring at old women with thier even older fathers who sit and twist at a wedding band which threatenes to slip off the crusty and knarled knuckle...the last reminder of a life once lived. The endless feeling of waiting for your name to be called when it reminds you of those horrible gym line-up's where you think you will most certainly be the last to be picked.
Max is probably facing the fact that he has a bleeding ulcer.. not so bad in the bigger picture, and we can deal.
What still remains - is what remains...we are all here together and facing a new day with a gentle breeze and an even gentler reminder of what counts as we pass our time together.