Stellan

I have vowed over and over again not to become a "Mommy Blogger."
Just because I am a mom and I blog, doesn't mean I fit the category.
In my opinion, that category is defined by people who complain, compare, advertise, and boast.
As a group, I don't like them.
I do, however, like sharing stories of my son and our life with you - the friends and family (and a few anonymous lurkers) who care. About us.
I try to keep the facts - making this blog about Ben. Period.
I do like reading blogs of moms who offer me a unique insight about my calling as a mother, ideas for how to do things differently, or who can make me laugh.
I like reading MckMama. I don't always agree with her - which I think is part of the reason I like reading her. But mostly I like reading her blog because of her attitude about her kids.
They aren't a burden, even when they're pills.
She really finds joy in being a mother and that's evident without her telling you so. I hope the same can be said for me some day.
I don't know her - don't even know anyone who's met her.
But my heart's been breaking for her all weekend.
I've been compulsively checking her twitter updates to see about how her son, Stellan, is faring.
It's not good.
He has a heart condition and is very sick.
He's one month younger than Ben.
Cute as a button, full of joy, and a miracle.
Pray for him, will you?

On a personal note, the fact that this is affecting me so deeply has shocked me.
I don't know if it's Stellan's size, age, or crazy hair, but it's impossible for me to look at him, read about him, pray for him and not think about Ben.
I suppose this is what they mean when they say motherhood changes you.
I am so very blessed to have a happy, healthy baby boy who brings me so much joy.
And am incredibly emotional over the fact that another little boy, much like Ben, is hurting.
How in the world are mothers ever successful pediatricians?!