Last night, our family went grocery shopping for a few days worth of food to hold us over until payday. We piled up items in one cart, Caleb walked along side of me, and Sarah and Gabriel rode in another cart that was pushed through the aisles by daddy! This has become sort of the norm for our family. While it would be easier for me to go on my own, I really don't mind the extra effort of us all going!
As we were checking out, the lady behind the counter noticed Gabriel in his seat. "He's so cute. How old is he? Oh, I have a grandchild that same age." You know...just polite small talk. And then she asked...
Is that a birth mark?
I wasn't really paying attention because I was loading up the groceries in the cart, but I could hear Josh respond, "Well, sort of...the doctor said it would probably go away." Then I realized what she had asked.
What's interesting to me, is that I don't even notice the discoloration on Gabriel. It is only when someone else points it out or sometimes when I look through pictures that I can tell it's a little red between his eyebrows. I even called my sister last night asking her if it's something she's noticed. "Well, yes...sometimes I think it comes and goes."
I always wondered how I would react if I had a child with something "cosmetically" wrong. While I realize Gabriel's "birthmark" is quite minor, I also realize that mommies just don't notice this sort of thing. We love our children unconditionally. What I see is his adorable smiles. I hear his sweet giggles. I feel his soft skin. He has brought me so much joy. He has given our family a new dynamic. A birthmark certainly isn't going to change any of that.
Thank you, Gabriel, for being such a blessing in my life.
"I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of Him. So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD." 1 Samuel 1:27&28
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