Friday, October 05, 2012 @ 1:05am
Simple Wonders
What is a miracle?
According to the Merriam-Webster’s a miracle is
1. An extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs.
2. An extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment.
Miracles occur all the time. They arise from and in various means. You seldom have to search too far to witness a miracle, just look around you.
They do not always come wholly from noble and honorable occurrences but can manifest and be marked by way of controversy, complications and obstacles in our lives.
Jean de la Bruyere, a French writer, quoted “Out of difficulties grow miracles.” I suppose it is all in how you perceive things and how you interpret the rhetorical question whether you believe the glass is half empty or half full. An optimist is going to be a lot happier than a pessimist is, not to mention more capable in seeing the diminutive marvels all around us that happen on a daily basis.
The course we take throughout our life changes periodically, in part by the difficulties that befall us. No one person is exclusive to hard times but rather, their enigma unique in his or her own right.
I have sat in uncertainty and tears many a night wondering what good could come out of a debauched or deplorable condition, and in time, occasionally these lamented events give way to welcoming surprises.
I am no stranger to miracles; I have witnessed them my whole life. Some of them less grander or impressive than others, but miracles and extremely memorable nonetheless.
This month has been no exception in regards to fulfilling reveries, and those dreams coming to fruition. My daughter and son-in-law have been trying to conceive now for a while; there have been moments I have sat and cried with her and enveloped her in my arms because no matter what they did or what they tried it was not materializing. I received the most precious gift from her recently, and as I pulled the gift from the bag, she commented, saying, “It’s a belated birthday gift that had been on back-order for some time.” It finally happened, and in March/April of 2013 I will once again become a Mema, of twins no less!
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| After I realized what I was looking at, I was handed a pack of Doublemint gum. Not comprehending the meaning of it, I opened the pack up and popped a piece in my mouth. |
And still, there is one monumental moment I have waited for, seems like forever. One single moment that has filled my heart with unequivocal joy and there are no words that can fully express it. A trifling event to some I am sure, but for me, well, there is no other word to describe it other than, a miracle.
On the 28th of this month, it will be 26 years since I gave birth to my first son. If you are a regular reader in here and even slightly familiar with Asperger’s, you know then of the difficulties and heartaches families endure; the dejection they tolerate and despondencies they bear. His older sister pulled me aside the other night, a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon on her face and she told me when she was leaving, he acknowledged her departure and kissed her goodbye. That alone is groundbreaking, but what made my heart sing and caused me to snivel for days afterward and still, were four simple words he articulated to me. “I love you, mom.” Words I waited almost 26 years to hear.
To most, these things may not be such a big deal, but to us, they are our simple wonders. They are, our miracles.
