Monday, April 15, 2013
Serendipity fills me with awe. It's a split-second in time when I can sense the order in the Universe. When all the stars are aligned and I feel that we are all connected. That everything is and always has been ok. That love is all there is.
I had a serendipitous event last week. It was so powerful, I had to share it with you, my dear readers.
Last week I headed to a follow up appointment for my recent mouth surgeries. The first floor of the parking lot (where I always park) was completely full, so I parked on a higher level and took the stairs. In the stairwell was a mama of a newborn. She was lugging him down the stairs in his carseat, quite a few steps ahead of me.
For some reason, I felt drawn to them. When close enough to get a peek, I noticed her baby had a double cleft lip. It was not yet repaired. I'd never seen someone without the repair. (In fact, it was only a few years ago that I first saw my newborn photo. I was moved to tears, seeing myself before my lip was sewn together. Somewhere in my kid brain, I thought my parents were embarrassed by my birth defect so they didn't have any pre-surgery photos.)
I called down the stairs and asked how old he was.
"Nine days," she replied.
He looked at me so sweetly from under his pale blue beanie. He was blissfully unaware of the long road of surgeries, dental issues, possible speech therapy, tears, and insecurity that can come from having a facial birth defect. His mama, however, had a troubled look.
"He's going to be okay," I told his mama. "I too have a cleft lip."
She stopped walking and leaned toward me to inspect my face. "Yeah," she said, "Your repair looks really good."
"It will make him a stronger person," I said, as goosebumps covered my whole body.
"Thank you, thank you for that," she said with a smile. She seemed genuinely grateful for my remarks.
And then we parted. It was a brief moment in time. One that I feel will stick with me for a long while. I even have goosebumps now, as I type this.
God put us on that stairwell at exactly the same time. I am sure of it.
Of course, I didn't tell her that I was on my way in to see the doctor because at 38, I am still dealing with issues because of my cleft palate. Hopefully, with medical advancements in the treatment of cleft palates, his journey to healing will be much shorter than mine.
At first I thought our paths crossed because she needed to hear that her precious baby was going to be ok. Upon further reflection, I realized I needed to see him too. I thought of that baby boy when I was at my doctor appointment and thought, Be strong for him, Kathianne. It doesn't make any sense, really, but it did give me strength. And perspective.
This little guy is just starting on his path to healing. And after 38 years, I am (hopefully) near completion.
Dear readers, please join me in sending out healing thoughts to this anonymous little boy.