Friday morning I walked my monsters to school. I walk them to school nearly every Friday. This particular Friday I didn't stay and help in any of the classrooms because I had a lunch date. A lunch date with a friend that needed some love and support. She was preparing her heart for difficult conversations.
So, I left my little monsters in their classrooms and I started my walk home. When I reached the traffic light, I noticed one of Camille's friends running with her brother. Her sweet, big, blue eyes were fighting the tears. A few drops had already slipped over the edge before I scooped her into my arms.
We ironed out that the young siblings were rushing to get to school on time. I asked her big brother to run ahead so he wasn't late (and so that he'd stop pressuring her to run;)).
I held hands with this beautiful white-blonde little girl as we walked to her classroom. I tried to take the focus away from any thoughts of the heaviness that I'm positive she was feeling at home or the rushed feeling she was sensing from her brother. We talked about her stylish teacher, some of the crazy kids in her class, and the tears started to dry up.
When we reached her classroom, I cuddled her into my arms and winked at my own little monster. I'm sure Camille was thinking: I wonder what my Mommy is doing back at school again? I'm also betting she could sense from my wink that her sweet little friend could use a little extra loving to get her through the day.
Little did this precious girl know that I've been praying for her and her family nonstop since I heard about the diagnosis. The lunch date that I was preparing for was with her Mommy.
Her Mommy recently learned that she has lung cancer.
She's been in and out of the hospital during this time of uncertainty. From experience, I can tell you that this is a VERY difficult time for the family. You're trying to shelter your young children from the nightmare playing on repeat inside your head, but you can't quite reach the pause button long enough to focus on anything else.
Anyways, I went and grabbed lunch and headed over to visit with her Mommy. Her Mommy, that I have called a friend for nearly 10 years (mostly because she's stubborn, blunt and opinionated and I don't know ANYONE like that;)) had her game face on.
I knew Mommy was planning to tell this blue eyed 6 year old girl, her big brother (4th grade) and her older sister (freshman in college) when they all returned home from school. I was there to offer a little last minute support as Heidi prepared for the MOST.AWFUL.HORRIBLE.NOTFAIR.SHITTY. conversation you can ever imagine with her beautiful children.
So, last week when I said my heart physically hurt, it was because it's filled with heartbreak for the Holub family. Heidi, Brian, Lexy, Robbie and Abbey could use some prayers right now as Heidi prepares to fight for her life.
Wear your pearls and pray. Once treatment starts, Heidi has promised to let her friends know what can be done to help ease this burden and I'll share whatever they come up with to help.
So, I left my little monsters in their classrooms and I started my walk home. When I reached the traffic light, I noticed one of Camille's friends running with her brother. Her sweet, big, blue eyes were fighting the tears. A few drops had already slipped over the edge before I scooped her into my arms.
We ironed out that the young siblings were rushing to get to school on time. I asked her big brother to run ahead so he wasn't late (and so that he'd stop pressuring her to run;)).
I held hands with this beautiful white-blonde little girl as we walked to her classroom. I tried to take the focus away from any thoughts of the heaviness that I'm positive she was feeling at home or the rushed feeling she was sensing from her brother. We talked about her stylish teacher, some of the crazy kids in her class, and the tears started to dry up.
When we reached her classroom, I cuddled her into my arms and winked at my own little monster. I'm sure Camille was thinking: I wonder what my Mommy is doing back at school again? I'm also betting she could sense from my wink that her sweet little friend could use a little extra loving to get her through the day.
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Little did this precious girl know that I've been praying for her and her family nonstop since I heard about the diagnosis. The lunch date that I was preparing for was with her Mommy.
Her Mommy recently learned that she has lung cancer.
(DID YOU KNOW LUNG CANCER COLOR IS PEARL!?!?! PLEASE ADD SOME PEARLS TO YOUR PINK!!)
She's been in and out of the hospital during this time of uncertainty. From experience, I can tell you that this is a VERY difficult time for the family. You're trying to shelter your young children from the nightmare playing on repeat inside your head, but you can't quite reach the pause button long enough to focus on anything else.
Anyways, I went and grabbed lunch and headed over to visit with her Mommy. Her Mommy, that I have called a friend for nearly 10 years (mostly because she's stubborn, blunt and opinionated and I don't know ANYONE like that;)) had her game face on.
I knew Mommy was planning to tell this blue eyed 6 year old girl, her big brother (4th grade) and her older sister (freshman in college) when they all returned home from school. I was there to offer a little last minute support as Heidi prepared for the MOST.AWFUL.HORRIBLE.NOTFAIR.SHITTY. conversation you can ever imagine with her beautiful children.
So, last week when I said my heart physically hurt, it was because it's filled with heartbreak for the Holub family. Heidi, Brian, Lexy, Robbie and Abbey could use some prayers right now as Heidi prepares to fight for her life.
Wear your pearls and pray. Once treatment starts, Heidi has promised to let her friends know what can be done to help ease this burden and I'll share whatever they come up with to help.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
All my love, support and HOPE,
All my love, support and HOPE,
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