Bronson Staker was a little boy much like Christian was.
He was blond. He was a cutie. And he drowned. Fully coded, no pulse for forty minutes.
This was about ten months ago.
There fates were a little different, though. They were both brought back from death and they both lived, however they face very different futures.
Bronson came out of it pretty much unscathed. He had no brain damage initially, or so far, for that matter. He woke up, started making eye contact, eating, walking, and walked himself right out of that hospital.
At the time it kind of shook up my little community of special needs moms, especially those of whom had children who suffered some kind of accident that changed their little ones forever. It certainly shook me.
I was following Sara Staker's (Bronson's mother) blog from the time of the accident. I saw pictures of her little boy in critical condition, with tubes down his throat, a cooling blanket on his body, looking just like my Christian. And then almost over night, tubes were gone and there was a picture of a little blond boy smiling away, ready to take on the world.
Of course, I was shaken. Of course I thought why not Christian? Of course I was confused and sad and hurt and angry. Why not Christian? Then after a few days I forced myself to continue following his story. Something kept pushing me to rip that band aid off and continue rooting for this boy. It was a testament to a truly divine miracle in the making. No, it wasn't the cooling blanket. No, it wasn't that he was under the water for a shorter amount of time. It was a MIRACLE. And it remains a miracle as to why this boy seemingly suffered no damage. A testament, as it were, to the power of God and the mountains He can move.
So why not Christian? Beats me. It's really not up to me to figure it out, I guess.
And why am I drudging this up ten months later? Well, I saw Sara on the news this morning with little Bronson. Was I sad or hurt or angry? No. I was moved.
I was moved by her words and acknowledgement of all of us mothers out there who experienced similar tragedies and different outcomes. She whole heartedly acknowledged us. I felt like her words acknowledged Christian and it moves me that she is so painfully aware of what could have been Bronson's fate. Ten months later she very well could have ridden off into the sunset with her brood of healthy boys never looking back, never acknowledging anything but how lucky they were or how close a call it was. It moves me that she remembered us.
Ten months later I feel differently. When I saw her on TV with her rambunctious, energetic two year old, I no longer questioned why not Christian? Instead I thought about our entwining paths in this world and how each of us has a journey and a purpose that we may not yet be privy to.
Now you all know I'm a Christian and that means I'm a believer. I believe with all my heart that God intervened and used Bronson as a tool of how miraculous His healing is. I also believe with all my heart that God did the same with Christian and his friends. It just looks different. How fitting that this message is delivered to me this morning on the doorstep of the Christmas season.
If you're not a Christian or not religious that's okay. We all have our path to our Creator and this experience just happens to be ours.
And, Sara...thank you for remembering us.
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