My son aidan is considered special needs. We have spent the past 3 years with specialist trying to pen point what this means. He has an unknown disease.  Just recently I received an email from his Neurologist.  The email stated that a medical team from Atlanta discovered a “mutation in his mitochondrial DNA.”  This could mean that we have a name for his condition.

Next week we are headed to the hospital to look at wheel chairs and at that time they would like blood work from me to help with this new finding.  After I have given blood, they will send it out, and I could know something in two months or 1 year.

I suppose it is better than nothing.  Im not sure how I am supposed to feel about this.  I cried when I read the email and hugged my children.  It was emotional.  My son is still the same kid he was yesterday.  He loves to be tickled, to laugh, to eat…he loves life…more than I do sometimes.  Children really know how to live.  We really could learn a lot from them.

My aunt passed away on Friday.  She was only 61.  Death always makes you think about life.  It puts a spark under you.  Makes you want to seize the day.  Live life to the fullest.  Death is the example of life.  Yet, my kids at the age of 4, don’t yet understand death…and here they are, living life to the fullest.

My children are the example of life.  They live simply.  They live for the moment, they have no concept of next week, next year or in a couple of hours.  They have it so right.  My point is,  life gives us no guarantees.  I cant worry about tomorrow, or what my sons future has in store.  I need to live in this moment.  Enjoy this moment.  I need to sit back and watch my children.  They are great teachers.  Be more childlike.

I’m not saying abandon your adult responsibilities, stop paying bills, stop going to work..yada yada.  I’m saying relax, breathe…perhaps, abandon that load of laundry that doesn’t really HAVE to be done tonight.  I’m saying your house isn’t THAT messy, let it be.  I’m saying enjoy these beautiful children and play.  Tuck your worries away and live in that moment.  Listen to how sincere your kids laughter is, how easy it is…not a hint of worry.

My kids may not be able to teach me how to do my taxes, not yet anyways.  My kids can teach me how to be creative, how to live, how to laugh.  My kids, from the day they were born, unknowingly, taught me how to love.

Kids do not need a new bike, a new toy or a trip to disney world to be happy…unless we teach them that.  I remember reading a book that describes the dirtiest of slums, the poorest of poor conditions…and yet you could still hear the laughter of children.