Aren't these three the cutest kids ever? It's a picture of MiniMe hugging Skywalker (pseudonym of course) and his sister Leah (another pseudonym so you don't think they have cruel parents). Life is so funny. I'll touch on that in a bit because it concerns these three kids but I have to first preface by saying it's been a crazy week here for numerous reasons.
I'm much more sentimental (or hyper-emotional) than normal I guess. It started out with a wellness visit for MiniB. Turns out he's gone from being in the 96 percentile for weight to the 80th. Now, I know that isn't alarming but I had no idea I had to worry. The doctor was concerned. I thought I was doing so well nursing this go around. I had the most difficult time nursing MiniMe that when the doctor called into question my milk this time, it brought all sorts of emotions out in me. I so want my nursing to work this time but to hear a doctor discourage me only made me sad because this is more than likely my last child. Time goes by too quickly. My kids are changing so much and so fast.
Now, fast forward to later in the week and I had an MRI. As I've shared with some of you, my mom died of a brain aneurysm when I was sixteen. Her brother also died of an aneurysm two years later. And a cousin was diagnosed in time for surgery. So I've been diligent about getting checked every five years. I'm now close to the age my mom was when she died and it is in your 30s that these things tend to rupture (they say--whoever they are). I had my check this week and from the time of the procedure to the time of the results was two long days. I guess I did a lot of thinking and just soaking in my kids and husband. It's scary stuff to think of a ticking time bomb in your head. And someone very, very close to me is going through her own diagnosis of something difficult so my heart and prayers have been with her all week.
So, with all of this going on, I downloaded pictures from my digital camera. I couldn't help but stare at this one for a long time. I can see myself in my daughter there (and strangely or coincidently, I could see my mother in me when I looked in the mirror this week). And Skywalker and Leah's parents are both very dear and close friends of mine from high school. To me Skywalker looks like his dad and Leah like her mom.
When they visited most recently I couldn't help but just watch the kids interact and think how really special life and relationships are. I have such vivid memories of growing up with my dear friends. I was in the same kindergarten class as Skywalker and Leah's mom--though we don't remember each other. I remember our first day of junior high home room Spanish class with her, living with her in college, and her being in my wedding. Her hubby was also in my wedding and goes way back with me. In high school, I remember driving around in his VW bug and listening to Sting's "All this Time." Nerds (I forgot about that word!).
And now here are our kids hugging. Pretty amazing stuff. So my Eye Candy Friday pic is something more than a unique or beautiful image. It's beautiful to me. I want to get to see these kids grow. I hope they all have a relationship and make memories together. I'm hopeful I'll get to see it. My MRI was clear, and for now, I will hopefully surpass the age that my mom was when she passed away. What a week!
