So I finished watching Grey's Anatomy and there was a little girl who was 6 years old. She had an illness of an expected lifetime of 4 years. Her father wanted to do all he could in order to save her, but all she wanted was to have her dad with her. I have no idea what I'd be like if my son were ill but I'd hope I could cherish the moments with him.
Today we were outside playing with bubbles. The wand on the bubbles was pretty fancy, and I could blow 4 bubbles at a time. But that wasn't important to my son. What was important to my son was he could do it himself. At first I was getting frustrated because he was not doing it right. He was eating the wand and blowing it touching his mouth, he dipped the wand but then let it all drip all over the ground. But I took a deep breath and let him play and played along with him. It didn't matter if we got bubble juice all over. And we made one big fun mess.
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