My Heart, My Joy
I was reflecting today on this past year. A year ago at this time, we were awaiting some news about our sweet boy. We were waiting to hear whether or not our lives would change forever. We were waiting on God. Waiting for Him to show us what would be next. It was hard. Probably one of the scariest moments a parent can go through. Wondering if your child would have a normal life. If he would be healthy and thriving. And on November 16th, 2012, we got a phone call that our son was just fine. He was completely normal. And we breathed a sigh of relief. I vowed to try and remember that place of desperation as I moved forward. Easier said than done. It's hard to be in that place when life is cruisin along. Until something else happens. You are right back there in that place. 6 weeks after I had our sweet baby boy, Mason James, we discovered I had Post Partum Depression. Once again, the joy of having our little bundle was stolen away. Just for a moment. I found myself on my knees in that