I think my son has aged around 70 years in the last month.
Look at those wise, mischievous, loving eyes…old soul eyes…
His sister took this picture. He loves her. You can tell, can’t you. The two of them have a good thing going. Yes, they argue, they pick and pick and pick…but they also LAUGH and pretend and imagine and invent and LOVE.
My boy’s got asthma and some days are worse than others. I knew yesterday he was struggling. I have asthma too and actually feel like maybe I’m afflicted with it just so I can know what he’s going through…so I can know how to help him.
We all go into overdrive when he’s having a hard time. Greyley, my little tender heart, cries when he’s struggling. She prays for him and she tries to think of stories to distract him. Nate holds him and does his best to calm him. We up the nebs that he has been on since being in the hospital as a newborn.
I have a love/hate relationship with those neb medications.
Yesterday wasn’t one of the critical times, but we know the signs and try to take preventative measures. He was weak and quiet and troubling.
His middle name is Brave. He really does embody his name.
Please pray for him. He will start kindergarten next month and along with that will come new sicknesses and new germs that he will have to work hard to fight. When he gets sick, it hits him hard. He was a miracle when he was born (Click HERE to read that story) and continues to be every day. I would love for there to be a time when the asthma is just a distant childhood memory…that is my hope and prayer.