So the most amazing thing happened today. I had to take Cameron to get a haircut. Yes, a haircut. While it seems so trivial, seeing my son lose his hair twice has been one of the hardest things I have ever watched. I don't know if it is the sudden outward sign of "I'm sick" or the stares that accompany the event that make it so hard on a mom and dad's heart, but truly, it is such a difficult thing to stand by and watch. Over the past few weeks, I have seen his little head get fuzzier and fuzzier and today, I took him to get his hair trimmed up. When the lady asked "who is first?" Cameron jumped up and down and said "me me!" He sat there and smiled from ear to ear the whole time and I stood by and wondered if he was as happy for this little moment of "normal" as I was.
I will be honest, I wonder every day what Cameron must think about the situation he is in. Sometimes I look into his eyes when he is sick or staring at a plate full of more pills than most adults take in a month and my heart just breaks because I cannot imagine what he thinks of this situation. I begin to wonder "why Cameron, why Lord can you not give him a break" and then as always, it is Cameron who gets up and carries on with life, laughing and smiling and playing and I realize that whatever I worry about, Cameron does not. God, in His power, has obviously covered Cameron with grace sufficient to face this journey. Cameron lives for today as we all should. It's interesting...moms and dads are suppose to teach their children about life but the reverse has happened in the Jackson house. For it is Cameron who has taught Ernest and I what living is all about.
We wish everyone a wonderful Christmas. Love to you all!
No comments:
Post a Comment