It’s so strange how life seems to lead us along this incredible journey. Often unplanned. Or at least not planned by us. I often grapple with the question of why my boy had to be diagnosed with this illness.
I often think about how awesome it would be if we didn’t have to think about his illness all the time. Which we do. ‘Let’s go for a picnic.’ Wait. Where? How long? Open field? Small patch of grass? Any flowers with loads of pollen near by? Maybe we can go, only or an hour or so. “Come visit us.” Sure. Wait. Carpets in the house? Smoking home? Animals in the home? A braai? The braai smoke really messes his chest, maybe we’ll come after the braai. Ok we’ll come without the kids first and then visit with them later …. if we can. As he grows older it certainly gets easier because we don’t have to do so much worst case scenario prep for him. He’ll come to me and say ‘I feel weird, let’s go’. Nevertheless it would be so wonderful not to have these concerns. Or would it?
If he didn’t have asthma I would never have stayed at home with him which then led to me discovering his giftedness which then led to us home-schooling which then led to me
starting this little homeschool, which is a passion from so deep within my heart I didn’t even know it was there until I started living it.
In life we have to do our best, plan our best, but be open to letting God guide us to where we actually are meant to be. If life went to plan I’d be in my suit in court instead of being in leggings covered in paint at home; teaching, loving and growing our beautiful children. I couldn’t have planned it any better.