Early this year, I found myself in the dead of winter with two small babies. No way to explain what it’s like trying to take care of two babies who are feeding and waking every two hours 24/7 only to throw up the food you are giving them. Not sleeping for months on end has repercussions. There were moments when I didn’t think I was going to make it. It was one of those situations that stops just short of killing you, but doesn’t make you stronger. For a while, when I was struggling just to make it through each day, I looked at my babies and saw them as a huge burden and a liability.
In short, I wasn’t “seeing” who they really were. But all that changed in late February. I had Blake on the changing table for the umpteenth time. I looked down expecting to see the usual blank look on his face, but saw something different. Although he was unable to hug me or even smile yet, Blake was staring back at me with love and compassion. It was just a look, but it was just what I needed. So it took me a while to see the obvious—which was that Blake and Jayde were a gift and they were there to see me through one of the darkest periods of my life. Sometimes what may seem like our greatest burden is really our greatest release. And it is all a matter of perspective.
Today, I wanted to say a little about how thankful I am for Blake and Jayde, but I am more interested in thinking about the power of perspective to transform one’s life.
One cold February afternoon I looked down at the changing table and saw an angel, not a burden, staring back at me. If you are struggling, as I was, I hope you’ll be able to find the angel in your ordinary world—the angel that is so close you’re unable to see it.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving :)
[dedicated to Blake and Jayde, my angels]