A New Perspective

So, I haven't blogged for awhile because I had this infection I couldn't quite get over.  It was a couple of weeks being ill. Today, I had to take S to her first physical therapy appointment. She is delayed in some of her gross motor skills. She has to go every week for an hour of therapy, plus at home exercises.  Needless to say, I was feeling a little bit "Woe is me" as I walked out of the appointment. I was standing in the lobby waiting for the written instructions of S's exercises and I looked around the room.  There were cute, cheerful children playing but as I looked at them I realized they all had Down Syndrome, except one. That little boy had a Dad who was wearing his sunglasses inside a building on a cloudy day and seemed quite out of it. You know what I am saying? I looked at S and started counting our blessings. S and my trials are a lot smaller, shorter, however you want to put it then those children in the lobby. I have a child who needs physical therapy for a few months of her life, not that will need specialized help every day of her life. S has a Mom who is drug-free,  mentally with it, and able to parent. Suddenly, I went from feeling sorry for myself to thinking of how blessed I really was.