My friends, Tom and Sharon Johnston, you know, Seamus’ parents, came up to visit us again tonight with homemade chocolate chip cookies in hand (from a secret blog reader!) and magazines to help me pass the time. And I was telling them how hard it is to accept all the support we’re receiving. Because we are receiving a lot! And I knew they were good people to ask since they’ve been in a situation a million times worse than a silly kidney infection. So we were talking about it and they were basically saying “accept it!” when it hit me.
I finally figured out what is so HARD for me here.
It’s that we are receiving prayers and emails and gifts and magic Mnt Dew’s from close friends, family, clients, blog readers and complete strangers.
When you are ONLINE your world is just bigger.
I have gotten emails from Australia and China, packages are coming from Florida and South Dakota, sodas were sent from Ohio and Indiana. My world is bigger which means we’re receiving more than a person NOT online.
Does that make sense?
It is so incredibly humbling to get emails from people like Jordan, whom I’ve never met, telling me that she and her kids are working on a care package for Parker. Or that my blog-friend Jen sent me sodas yesterday to cheer me up (and wake me up!). Or that people are praying, literally, all over the WORLD. And all of these are people I’ve never met! People I will never be able to repay!
Not to mention all the people we DO know and love that are here for us cooking meals, baby sitting the kids, cleaning our house, mowing our grass, sending her gifts, etc.
And I keep saying “thank you” but those words just aren’t big enough. They don’t feel like they are big enough to cover the globe. And in my lifetime I will never be able to repay all of the kindness our family is receiving right now. But I’ll try.
So yesterday I walked down to the Vera Bradley sale in the lobby and bought a cute apron for our amazing house keeper, Doris. Doris, who brought a smile to my face on a very hard day here. And I wrote her a quick note telling her that her hard work is appreciated.
And I’m telling you this not to get a pat on the back, but to let you know, in a small and tiny way, I’m trying to pay it forward.
I’m sharing our goodies with our nurses and trying to be patient when I’m frustrated. I’m passing out magazines when I’m done and chatting with other scared parents. Of course I will send out thank you notes to everyone that’s helped us but I thought it was important for you all to know that I will do my best, forever, to pay all this kindness forward.