Today I took a charger to Mason’s mom as she waited in the ER with Mason. What I witnessed was something that made me stop and think how much I have taken for granted as a mom. My children had your every day bumps and bruises and yes some visits to get a bone or two fixed but nothing like what I witnessed for Mason and his momma today. I was so impressed with Kaycie. Laying with Mason holding on to him tight enough to keep him from pulling at the nurses trying to put the IV in him but with the loving, gentle, and patient touch of a mom who has done this more times than she should ever have to. But more eye opening than anything was hearing Mason crying telling the nurse as she opened the drawer to pull out the package to put the IV together “NO POKE”. My heart sank and all I could think is it breaks my heart that this 3 year old little guy knew as she opened that drawer it meant he was getting poked again. Can you imagine this as a parent? Grandparent? For them this is a part of their regular lives and Kaycie and Mason both handled it so incredibly well. After the failed attempt to get the IV in they took a break. Mom ran to get a quick bite to eat because that is when she can. And I stayed and hung out with this sweet little man. We played bubbles and catch. He laughed and played and you wouldn’t have known that he is sick had we not been in the hospital room. He just wants to be like every other kid out playing and just like any of us parents out there I am sure Kaycie wants that for him more than anything.