Sitting at the beach
Riding in a boat
Swinging on a seat
Hanging upside down
Jumping on a trampoline
I have already decided the first author who will lead us through his imagination with his written word . . . . J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit
Before we begin, a very smart friend (Hi Ceesa!) suggested we read a bio about the author. She had found a children's version of C.S. Lewis at the library and mentioned there was also one for Tolkien
I started reading the bio last night and was swiftly reading along until I came to the first paragraph on page 9 titled: Tragedy strikes
In April 1904 Mabel <Tolkien's mother> developed an illness called diabetes. Today, diabetes is treatable, but in those days the right medicines had not been discovered. She became very sick, and in November, she died. Tolkien was twelve and an orphan.An unexpected pause.
A year ago I would have skimmed right over those words and thought, "Oh, that is sad his mom died."
But, today those words hold a new and impressive meaning.
Ellie has a disease that just 107 years ago would have meant a certain death sentence. Look back at the months listed . . . from April to November Mabel went from healthy to literally starving to death. What an awful and scary way to leave this world.
So today, when I feel cranky about the extra steps it takes to care for Ellie's T1D, I remind myself of the many choices and treatment options she has. I bow my head and fall to my knees to thanks God for the advances in medicine that allow my daughter to not only live, but T-H-R-I-V-E.
An unexpected pause to find joy in the now.