A year and a half after Conner was in intensive care for being paralyzed, I'm standing here watching him run from first base to third. A slide into third was perfectly timed with the throw to the third baseman to try to get him out. At that time, the umpire, both teams coaches, and parents took part in a heated argument over whether he was out or safe. I stood there amused that these parents were missing the whole point.Sometimes in our lives when we have an event that dramatically changes life as we see it, it's difficult to get upset over what would seem like an important event to both teams. Was he out or was he safe?
All I could stand there and think was... my boy just ran from first to third base and SLID in. Like, does it really matter if he was out or safe? All this mom can see is that my boy can run, and run FAST! Conner still hasn't gained back the ability to run as fast as he did before Transverse Myelitis, but he can still run fast.
Sometimes I wonder if every parent could see what most consider the mundane as a miracle, how it would change their parenting.
If only we could all see that a pocket full of rocks falling all over the laundry room floor as they are emptied to go into the washer is a blessing because my boys can pick up rocks. A completely messy room means that my boy was busy at work playing and not in a wheel chair. A weekend full of perfectly timed carpools trying to get kids to games on time means that children are healthy enough to have activities.
And because it REALLY does matter to Conner, he was called safe at third. Oh, to see every day as a miracle, I wouldn't trade that for anything.
