Perspective

Note to ICLWers, pregnancy mentioned here, the gushy mushy sort that once made me want to hurt small animals [not really- but you get what I mean]

I woke up to a call from a friend who lives far away, due for a C-section today. She called from the hospital bed to tell me about her healthy baby girl born just hours ago. I felt touched she thought of me- and so happy for her good news.

I logged on today and ordered a bouncer from Amazon with a gift card from a dear bloggy friend. I'm touched beyond measure.

Jack and I went out for lunch before the MFM appointment. We talked about the whole friend situation. R behaved rudely based on a misconception, and while it hurts I can at least learn from it and make sure I don't shut people out before knowing where they're coming from. Maybe right now we're experiencing a slight friendship lull, but today I was reminded that we do have people who care for us even if they don't live here. And maybe if we ever find a group of friends here we fully connect with, this lull will help us appreciate them all the more.

As we finished our lunch I noticed an old man having lunch with his daughter. He was hunched over with large glasses texting on a large cell phone. I found it odd such an old man texting so intently. When he got up to leave I saw his face and realized he was not an old man but a teenage boy, emaciated and bald from cancer. The woman I thought his daughter was his mother.

The most sobering perspective of all.

It suddenly felt incredibly foolish to lament the passing of friendships, when in truth I'm blessed to have the friends and support I do. When in truth some friendships are meant to come and go. The things that have made my heart feel heavy this weekend should not do so because as long as I have Jack and I get to see this precious face and be told that all is going smoothly and that he is healthy and well,
then my life is pretty darn spectacular and I have nothing to complain about. Not one single thing.