When a child is born, we count their 10 fingers and count their 10 toes and are grateful when they are healthy. Then begins the challenge of life.
When my son was 12 days old he started getting sick. He was a sick baby for the first couple of years of his life and spent them in my arms. For someone who was always suffering, he was a strong sport. I know many an adult who would have complained far worse than my little man. His sister who was always more dramatic was a little different. I used to joke that I hoped she would make her way to Broadway some day so that all this drama would pay off. Well this week, my daughter had an accident. Se had a very serious accident in fact. Her hand was crushed and the prognosis was not good. It was very difficult for us musicians to imagine the outcome for our graceful bird. In the hospital she was calm, she was polite and she was kind to all who tended to her. When the nurse who had been with us for her 12 hour shift came by before going home, my daughter opened her eyes and thanked her for everything she had done for her. Before going into surgery, we took a quiet moment together, to meditate, to pray, to focus on the healing. She had a beautiful calmness about her. She stayed positive. She was in great pain and yet stayed in control of herself.
After the surgery, when the surgeon told me all her fingers were alive, I was struck with a feeling of euphoria and an overwhelming gratitude. Both plastic surgeons who had reconstructed her had big wide smiles; we had anticipated the worst and had come through with the best outcome. My daughter smiled at us. Back in her hospital room she said to me, “Mom, I feel like there’s all these little construction guys in there busily working on rebuilding my hand!” “You keep imagining them rebuilding you chicken, and remember to thank them for their hard work!”
In the end it is the little things that matter. We all have the ability to create a great life. So count your 10 fingers and count your 10 toes and then count all your blessings.
Namaste!
Bianca
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