|MY HEROS: Caleb, Dallan, Mitchel, Matty, Josh and April|
My grandson Caleb is in Primary Children's Hospital battling an infection. He needs all our prayers.
When my daughter called at midnight and asked if I could watch her other three boys while they were at the hospital, I was so grateful there was something I could do to help. As my worried daughter and her husband were pulling away in their van in and dark and rain, April said, "Just crawl in our bed and try to get some sleep Mom."
So I did.
Before long my four-year-old grandson climbed in his parent's bed and snuggled up.
Toward morning I felt Mitchel touching my head . . . all over.
"Mom? Is that you or Dad?" Mitchel asked."It's Grandma," I answered.
"Oh," Mitchel answered matter-of-factly just like Grandma crawled in his parents bed every night.
Then he drifted back into a deep comfortable sleep.
You know we do a lot of things we think are important in our lives, but the years have taught me that being a comfort to a child is pretty much right up there near the top of my list.
My grandson Caleb was born without a brain and has had to fight for survival every day of his life. He is my hero - but so are his parents and brothers Mitchel, Josh and Matty. Every day they take of Caleb's many needs with joy and gratitude for his presence. Every day they gently care for and deeply love someone who can not take care of himself. Their daily quiet constant acts of service to their brother and son is at the pinnacle of my list.