Day 314

Today was officially normal. We woke up, made breakfast, went to school, went to work, cleaned the house. I picked up the boys this afternoon and fed them ample snack products. We discussed homework, we celebrated Banyan’s math test grade, we went to the baseball fields. Normal. 

Tonight was Benji’s second and final game of the regular baseball season, and he had quite a cheering section. His great aunt Becky, his Grammy, his Noni, his first grade teacher and his current teacher were all there, with Michael and Banyan and me. We tried not to yell too loudly. It was so fun to watch him play. During one at bat, he faced a pitcher who is a dear friend to our family, a sweet boy who sustained a brain injury last year. I felt a surge of pride watching the two of them use their bodies with ease and joy. At the end of the game, the coach of the opposing team gave Benji the game ball. That’s two now in his collection.

Tomorrow, I will pull Benji out of school during lunch to take him to the Children’s Cancer Center, where we will see his artwork in their annual calendar for the first time. His “October” piece was chosen in their final twelve, out of over three hundred entries. He’s kind of a big deal. 

The only thing that wasn’t normal today was that I talked to a friend who has just learned she has lymphoma. This is a mother, my age, with two boys, who shares many interests and beliefs with me. I am grateful that I can be a sounding board for her as she navigates through her treatment options and learns how to pronounce the names of the medicines she’s facing. I’m grateful that she doesn’t have to explain everything to me, that I already understand. I hate that I already understand, and I hate why. But I know we can shine a light for her so her path is a little brighter.

2 thoughts on “Day 314

  1. Laura,
    Thank you so much for sharing your story with us every day. I love you, and I love your sweet family. Sending strength and healing and love every day.

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