Categories: Faith journey
singlikewildflowers
Welcome to my blog! My name is Esther and I'm so happy you are here. I'm an avid nature photographer and a daydreaming thinker. My posts revolve around photos of nature's beauty, homeschooling adventures with my 2 kids, sporadic reflections on my child's heart condition, Bible reading reflections, gardening feats, and other mish mash things. Hopefully you'll leave encouraged, pensive, or smiling at the simple things of life. Thank you for stopping by and hope you'll find some interesting posts to read!
sing like wildflowers 
That’s an amazing sculpture Esther.
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It’s prominent and beautiful, perfectly located by the hospital’s entrance. Elliot and I discovered it while we had our “special time” when Ellis was hospitalized next door. Chris stays with Ellis while I spend time with Elliot and we explore together. I, I mean we, were on the hunt for Starbucks. lol
Strange to say but these moments hold a special place in our hearts. We talk about it often; think it’s because we’re all glad that’s over…weird, I know.
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No, I totally understand that you need to have “special time” with Elliot because he will feel left out. In an adult’s mind we know that logically he is lucky that is visiting and not in the hospital for an illness, but a child’s mind would not think that way and he missed you very much as you were there and not returning home (I remember you thanking Chris for bringing you a thermos of coffee one time). I hope the instances are few and far between going forward.
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I hope so too…few and far in between. Elliot struggles a lot with the unknowns and feels overshadowed when Ellis gets sick. But the hardest part is seeing him pretend to be okay when he says goodbye to us at the hospital; eyes red, voice cracking. whew…more battle scars for all of us.
I like to believe we are stronger as individuals and family as a result of those experiences. It’s not evident right away though. I tell Elliot it’s special to have this interesting life story.
Coffee is my happy juice and at the hospital they keep me going. Hopefully, we won’t have too many of those stays. ugh, too hard.
My reply is as long as an entry. When I start thinking about this subject, mind goes everywhere. Thanks for listening and for your sweet thoughts.
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I’ve never had children, never been around children and like you, no siblings. But I can imagine how he feels – also, they are like peas in a pod when together, so it is separation anxiety from both of you and that’s a lot for him to deal with. They are together all the time – it’s be different if school kept them apart during the day, but they are inseparable. Poor little guy. I hope there are no instances for a while too. Hugs to you Esther.
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