So what is the miracle? Tyler nearly drowns. I am not a sideline sitting mom but I had missed this one. Together we all swim for two hours full of joy, lots of ball tossing, talking, cup and saucer playing, etc. Eventually we stop for fresh delivered pizza, cupcakes, and presents,…the works. The float-ies come off and towels go on. Break time turns into catch up time and then clean up time. My back is to the water engaged with the other adults. Indoor pools are filled with echoes and noise yet no real sound. I never hear the splash or even the cries for help. All I see is my eleven-year-old nephew Dylan delivering to me Tyler who is dripping and startled. Dylan has just scooped him from the deep end. Although I held and cuddled Tyler for the next thirty minutes, I honestly didn’t realize how scared he had been or how real the danger was until we returned home that evening after a long day of vaccines at the pediatrician, exploring toys with cousins, and numerous errands. Within seconds of greeting his father, Tyler announces how Dylan saved his life. It truly was a miracle. It was the kind of miracle that too often goes unnoticed. My heart breaks for the careful, loving, and nurturing parents who take endless precautions yet have lost children. There is no explanation for why one toddler climbs a bookshelf causing it to tumble and crush himself, or how window blinds can be deadly. The stories are endless and the pain unimaginable. I can only know that today I explode with thankfulness that my children are healthy. I know it is a gift not an accomplishment and it fills me with gratitude.
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