Some weeks are better than others. I haven’t posted this week. This week for me as far as “Kaleb” emotions go has been a pretty good week. But I think a lot of that has to do with a baby being born. I won’t say much about the baby out of respect for his parents but I’ll tell you a little bit of a story behind him being so special. Kaleb died in September. One of my best friends daughters was pregnant at the time. We had a reveal party a little over a month after he died and found out she was having a boy. They asked if they could use Kaleb’s middle name Bryant, for their son’s middle name. Of course we agreed. These girls grew up with my boys. They babysat them and helped keep them out of trouble.
The baby was born this week a little bit early. He’s a beautiful bundle of joy. He is a fighter and he’s working on his breathing skills. Seeing him born this week has helped me continue to heal. I saw the thing on facebook or pinterest going around about it’s not the date your born or the date you die, it’s the dash in between that is important. It’s how you live that dash. Some people start their dash screaming at the top of their lungs and others come into this world and have to work to lengthen their dash. Some people’s dashes aren’t as long as others. I am appreciative of the 17 years on Kaleb’s dash. There are parents who never got to meet their baby, who didn’t carry to term, and ones who lost infants. We were lucky, Kaleb came into this world 15 days early and 7 pounds strong. No one ever doubted for a moment that he was around. He was a handful from that day on. But I’m thankful for all 6,241 days he was on this earth with me. He was blessed to have met great people along the way and to have built strong friendships. It’s not about the number of friends you have, it’s about the quality. I’m like Kaleb, I don’t have a lot of “close” friends. I’m friends with a lot of people, but there aren’t a lot of people that really know me. The ones who do it’s a special kind of friendship. We’re there through thick and through thin. They are the ones that it doesn’t matter where you live, or where you work you still can just pick up the phone, or send a quick text and it’s just like it’s always been. We don’t have to talk every day, or see each other all the time. We know the other is there to have our backs.
I think my dash has been a great one so far. I wouldn’t trade it for anyone else’s. And this week seeing someone’s dash begin has made me appreciate all the people whose dashes I’ve been a part of and even the dashes I helped create. I want to work to be the kind of person that make a persons dash more delightful, more positive and maybe just a little happier. We can each try and be a positive on someone else’s dash. A dash might look like a negative but I’m going to make as many as I can be a positive. Go make a negative into a positive.
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