Yesterday I was sitting in a cafe watching a mommy cradle her tiny baby. She was smiling and holding him close, rocking him gently. I felt my usual sadness and longing. I could not look away.
Then I heard a loud sound, a guttural cry. I looked to the very next table and saw two parents with their older child. She had a helmet on, and she was nonverbal- crying out and banging her hand on the table. She rocked from side to side and her mommy was rubbing her back. It's hard to explain the way I felt after noticing this other child. Was it relief that I am not faced with that challenge? Yikes. Then it was guilt. As I sat and reflected, I became interested that I was faced with those two pictures of life back to back. My grief moved and shifted inside me a little bit.
Then Valerie broke my meditation. "I'm all done with my chocolate milk!"
"Ok pumpkin," I said, returning to the life at hand. We stood up and left the cafe.
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