Miracles

We had a really great weekend. The weather has been gorgeous here for the past few days - in the 70's. Payton has played and played and played outside while her daddy worked on trying to get the yard cleaned up from the ice storm. It was great to see her out running all over the yard. Koen is on his third round of antibiotic trying to clear up his stubborn double ear infection that doesn't seem to want to go away. It's crazy, even when he's sick he's a pretty darn good little boy. Unlike Payton as a baby, he can be soothed and it is the most amazing feeling for me as a mom to able to soothe him.

Last night Payton had crashed about eight o'clock and it was just Koen and I in the living room. The kitten (or kid, as Payton likes to call him) was hyper and ready to play as usual. I sat there in amazement while I watched Koen hold up this shiny granola bar wrapper in the kitten's face just waiting on Thomas to bat at it. Sure enough, Thomas would pounce at it and Koen would just laugh and laugh. I called Bob in the room to have him watch because I just could not believe Koen had already grasped the concept of holding up the wrapper, shaking it, and watching the cat pounce. Wow - he amazes me. I watch Koen walk around the furniture, try and interact with people, play in the floor with toys, and almost jump out of his skin with joy when his big sister Payton runs in the room. It's strange how different my emotions go up and down when I see these things happen. Yes, I feel pure joy and excitement. And, for a few split seconds my mind thinks "Wow! My baby boy is a genius!" When, in all honesty, I realize he is doing things in typical fashion....reaching his milestones when most babies do. However, at this point in Payton's life she wasn't quite sitting up yet and getting her to interact was nearly impossible. She worked so hard to do things that seem so easy for Koen and that ofcourse brings me some sadness.

Thankfully, Payton doesn't yet know any different but I think of the future and wonder what this world will treat her like. I pray all the time that God will give me the words and wisdom to help Payton understand that God created and designed her special for a purpose beyond our imagination. She's already taught me more in her four years of life than I ever thought I would know. Although, I know some day I will more than likely hear her say she just wants to be like everyone else. But, in my mind, I feel like I have two miracle babies. One that I'm so thankful she made it here and is beating many odds from the loss of genes that now define her life.....and the other one, my little man, who amazes me beyond belief at his ability to grasp things so quickly. Even though I know the things he does is typical, I consider it a miracle.