What To Say.

I was getting my eyebrows waxed by my darling hairdresser, when she whispered excitedly, "I'm pregnant." I was so excited for her and asked all the usual questions one asks when one finds out a friend is expecting ie; When are you due? How are you feeling? Do you think you are having a girl or a boy? When we got to the last question her response was, "I really don't care. Just as long as it is healthy." My stomache did a little nauseating twist. I LOVE my hairdresser, but I have an enormous aversion to this reply. Why? Why does this question bother me so much? Because what would happen if your child was not born healthy? What would happen if you discovered your beloved child has a genetic disorder? Do you give her back because that is not what you wanted? A healthy, perfect little cherub? Now of course I know that you would go on loving that child and do everything in your means and power to help them. I happened to be the first person a dear friend saw after getting some of the worst news a parent can get. Her unborn baby had an irreversable chromosomal disorder that was essentially a death sentence. It was devasting. Of course it was not what she nor her husband would have dreamed for themselves. But their baby girl was born alive and lived for a miraculous five days. I was fortunate enough to be one of the lucky few who got to hold this precious gift from God. The Spirit of heavean was very strong with this little one, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and it was incredibly difficult to leave her presence. Please think before you speak, for the very thing you may not want, may either be the thing that you need or the very thing that you need.