Some thoughts...

About other mothers.

After reading another woman's blog about how precious our children's lives are, I am reminded today that we should feel so blessed to be mother's. Not that I don't thank God every single day that I finally got my little miracle, but today I am reminded of the one's who came before him. Those of you who know me, know that I have had 2 miscarriages. There isn't hardly a day that goes by that I don't think of them and wonder who they are and who they could have been. I do miss them terribly but am comforted becuase I know they are being well taken care of by a mighty God who takes care of us when we need the most comfort of all. I truly beleive that He carries our little ones who never got to live a day on earth in his arms. I jsut want you all to know that I know that I am truly blessed and want to be thankful for the life of my son every sinlge day of my life... (yes, even the bad days).

I was in a children's clothing exchange shop monday morning and there were some other mother's in their as well. I am truly amazed at how trusting other mother's can be of complete and total strangers. I am looking through the shoes to find my son some shoes that fit him, and there is this sweet little baby boy sitting in a baby car seat, right by the shoes with no mother in sight. There were 2 women on other side of store but I was not sure if they belonged to him or not. My son loves to look at babies, so he goes over and sits by this baby and starts patting his arm. I remind him to be gentle as I try to look for sandals. But I am bothered, and a couple minutes go by and I am getting pretty upset. I mean for goodness sake, this child is jsut sitting here by us... completely left alone. What in the world is the mother thinking? I ask the person who works there who happened to walk by me, "who's baby is this?" She says, oh I think it's one those 2 ladies over there, and walks away. Like whatever kind of attitude. I was like Oh my gosh! Does anybody care about this baby?! Finally another child comes over to the baby and says mine, then runs back over to his mother, who is only a couple rows over now. I was pretty disgusted so I checked the baby to make sure it was ok, not wet feeling, not too hot, had a toy and seemed content. So I picked up my son, and we left. I felt so guilty about leaving but what could I do. I mean, I can't take him... duh! But the mom was getting closer so I didn't feel like I could say something to her, and the person who worked there looked like they could give a rip. So what's woman to do???
What would you have done?
Wow, am I blessed... not only with a wonderful child but a good head on my shoulders!