(My dad wrote a great blog about Miracles so I'm giving part 1 to him. Here's the addition...)
I, too, am a believer in miracles.
I am also a realist.
Which means a lot of "miracles" go by my eyes without ever receiving that tag from me. I'll tag it instead with "good meds", "ironic", "coincidence" or even just a "huh?".
But this one's got me stumped. The Believer and The Realist are at odds.
My little Wild Man has had a lot of trouble keeping food down for nearly 2 years. We've learned to deal with it as a normal part of our routine. Case in point: the barf bowl that accompanies every meal.
So we did the only thing we knew how to do as parents.
For calm. For confirmation. For good results. For his safety.
The boy hasn't been sick ONE TIME since we scheduled the testing. Not ONE TIME. The Realist was scared to say it, thinking it may just be a phase. And it may. But all I know is he hasn't been sick ONE TIME! (have I said that already??)
The Believer cancelled the appointment.