Empathy

I remember back to a very painful day, back when I knew JadenGrace was autistic but it was so new and she didn't have an official diagnosis yet. I was in the living room with Jaden and I began to cry--not just tears but the kind of cry that the whole neighborhood can hear, where you feel much better when you are done. :o) Anyway, Jaden didn't look at me once. She appeared completely deaf. And the more she ignored me, the more convinced I became that she was autistic, and the more I cried. It must have been around early August of 2005.
What a difference 19 months can make!
Today, March 29, 2007, (my 41st birthday, btw) Jaden and I were in the car. She was behind me in her car seat. I started to cry. I have been weepy the past few days but not sure why. Even very little things, that were dealt with on other days with no tears, caused me to sob. So, I was driving and I thought about my Dad. And how I should stay in touch with him more, since he is about 78 years old, and well---none of us live here forever. I am changing--trying to live my life loving others, knowing that people are most important, and not having many regrets. I began to cry louder. Over the fact that my Daddy has to leave at all. Over the fact that I haven't been as faithful as I could have been. And because I miss him.
JadenGrace listened only for a minute before she said, "Boo-boo?"
I said, "Yes, Jaden, Mama has a boo-boo on her heart"
She said, "Jesus!! Hill!!" (translation--Jesus!! Heal!!)
I cried more. :o)
Isn't God good?