Gratitude and Bubbles:
Just thinking back to a day over a week ago where I bought bubbles and upon checkout was blowing them at this gorgeous baby boy who was loving it and trying to catch them!
Reminded me of when my Bam was little, I loved doing a lot of things with him; I still remember that day in the hospital after he got cancer, the woman trying to entertain him when I was already more than equipped to and couldn't accept she wasn't needed.
Everytime my son enjoyed something I did she competed and took his attention, we were in the waiting room. I just remembered feeling patronised because I was in my wheelchair and like even the hospital didn't trust me to be a good mam even though I was. His cognitive development, gross motor skills and everything was a year ahead because of me and my past experience and education. It wasn't wasted on me and their fear of a wheelchair far outweighed any facts about how I mothered.
I still remember our time fondly, all my son's little quirks and habits, facial expressions and the silly little things he did that made my heart melt.
Sometimes the smallest things can bring the most joy...I'm obsessed with bubbles.
I was also blowing them out the car window to cheer the world up! ❤️😆 Even Bud loves to chase them! Can't go wrong with the small things in life. I'm forever grateful.
Sarah xx
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