It started at girls camp. I started wondering about life, and about why terrible things happen to good, innocent people. (Not that I haven’t wondered it before. As I am sure you have too.) Good, innocent children. Why do horrible, painful, tragic things have to happen to good little children? Why my grandchild? What could she possibly learn from the tragic event of last year? What could a child possibly learn who is barely over a year old? What?
Then for some reason (the spiritual environment I am sure), I started thinking about all the good that has happened around this Macaroni and Cheese eating toddler. The support that has been given by family, friends and complete strangers… and I realize. Maybe this isn’t about what Cupcake can learn. Maybe it is about what all of us can learn. Adults who have survived serious burns are in a position to give back. To give comfort. We all are in positions to stretch ourselves. To give of our time. Our money. Our kindness. Our skills. We gain strength and value. No doubt this little spirit has come to earth to help strengthen us.
This hugging, loving, calm, determined, charitable spirit has come to teach us things that we need to learn about life.
So thank you Cupcake. Thank you for being willing to teach us things that we don’t already know about love, compassion, and tenderness. You are a miracle. I love you. And I am not alone in that.
Enjoy the Dance! ;D