Seven years ago, I was being induced in a hospital bed. Scared out of my mind, with little idea of what was ahead.
On the ride to the hospital, about two hours from home, we were driving through a storm. The sky was simultaneously lit up with lightning as a rainbow appeared. Kiran’s dad said it’s the kind of night superheroes are born.
He was right.
Tonight, when I showed Eric the picture of the sky from that night, he said it made sense. The lightning signifies the challenges Kiran faces in his life. The rainbow? His personality, his attitude, his demeanor – always. That boy brings all the colors to our lives. Every. Single. Day.
I can’t believe we’ve had seven years of color-filled days.
I am the luckiest mama.