Spilled Milk (Okay Dumped Milk)

Amazing is the only word to describe my boys.   Amazing.   I was driving home with them after a long day at work, and there was no room in the car for silence.   The boys alternated from screaming at each other to laughing all in one breath it seamed.  I had a headache.   I was tired.   I need some Excedrin and a nice soft bed.  

Then I look in my little handy dandy built in child view mirror (love you Toyota Sienna)  and I  see it.  I see the two little bubbles of life in my back seat.  I see the billions of times that those cells had to divide to get everything just right.   I see my brown eyes, I see Steve's dimples, I see my moodiness, I see Steve's amazing concentration, I see my empathy, I see perfectly formed fingers and hearts, and yes I hear those amazingly strong vocal cords.  

I get a lump in my throat as I think of my patient who so politely told me he had had brain cancer, although he had used a long technical name with such ease my jaw dropped.   As this beautiful  little 10 year-old-boy told me about his illness,  I felt a tear on my cheek.    He was so strong and wise.   Bless him.   Bless him for telling me his story so today I am a better mom.  

Life is not fair.  Life is unfair.  But boy is it an amazing gift.   Millions of things can go wrong, and sure hundreds of things have gone wrong in mine, if not thousands.  But just today as I see Adam with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard at Nathan pouring milk in his brand new shoe...and then on to my freshly shampooed car  mats....and I do realize that millions of things are going right.