Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

Cheering For The Team September 8, 2013

It’s easy for me to forget sometimes. I go about my days seeking good in all people, places and things so why on Earth would I ever prepare for the worst? Instead I always expect the best. I guess you could say I’ve come to a place in my optimistic philosophy of life where I take good things for granted.

Because it’s not always good news. Sometimes the worst is reality. Like when a loved one is diagnosed with cancer. Or there was a car crash. Or there is something terribly wrong with the baby.

It didn’t even occur to me that something could be wrong with the baby. I know mom has been nervous enough about that for the lot of us, but I just assumed that all is well and in approximately 19 more weeks my little person will arrive home happy and healthy. Apparently that may not be the case.

The big ultrasound happened about a week and a half ago. The exciting one. You know, the one where they could find out the sex of the baby? But I’ve decided to continue withholding the results of that particular portion of the test. Because that’s not all it involved. From what I could tell from the conversation that followed the appointment, that wasn’t even the focus. Rather, the true purpose of the ultrasound was to see the baby. Measure the baby. Make sure the baby’s organs are developing in the right places inside the body.Hope

Hearing all of this shocked me to my little doggie core. Well of course the baby looks good, is growing at a healthy pace and has a heart inside its little baby body, I thought. Right? A technician named Steve did the procedure, and he calmly talked them through everything. He explained what he was looking for as he took various pictures, and alas I was right. Each and everything he checked looked perfectly healthy.

What a blessing! And to think I just assumed it to be so. Albeit fabulous news, this was somewhat of a sobering reminder of all of the things that could still go wrong. The worst could still happen. But I realized something today.

My parents were dressing up in their usual Packer Sunday football garb and my little doggie Packer jersey was thrown into the mix. I pictured this happening with my little person someday soon so we would be a happy family of Packer fans cheering on our team.

To cheer on our team. That’s why I think I function in my optimistic bubble of positivity. But like anything, I find myself reminded that we need balance. Because sometimes we get benched. Or injured. Or our career ends forever. Preparing for the worst while expecting the best doesn’t make us weaker. It makes us stronger. That’s easy for me to forget sometimes.

 

12 Responses to “Cheering For The Team”

  1. You’re the perfect Cheerleader, Wiley – and I love that you have a Packer outfit!! Go Green Bay!! 🙂

  2. Looking handsome in green ^____^

  3. ScottieMom Says:

    You are too cute! Much love, The Scottie Mom.

  4. huntmode Says:

    God bless you and your Mom and Dad, and the new baby coming, Wyles! So glad that all is reported well and I’m tickled you’re keeping the sex a secret. I believe a foot in reality and a foot in the positive is the way to live. The power of thought to affect reality and health is astounding. Keep those loving thoughts moving forward, Wyles!

  5. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    Looking back on this makes me remember those scary times and thank heavens all turned out all right.

  6. Lyn Says:

    Wiles, we your blogging family are cheering for your team of four all the time 😉


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