Today, Miguel gave us smiles. Lots of them.
It’s been over a month now since his last seizure and a week since his last hospitalization. He’s much better now although still recovering from the flu he had recently.
Throughout those ordeals, he rarely smiled. It may be because of the discomfort he was feeling. He was not crying all the time but he just had this expressionless look in his face, sometimes with a slight grimace. In those weeks, I missed his smile and laughter. I never knew how much I would miss them.
But today, while his Dad was holding him and talking to him, he smiled. It was the kind of smile that he gives whenever he’s amused. I could then tell that he’s feeling much better.
For us parents, it is our child’s smile that keeps us going. No matter what we’re going through and no matter how helpless we feel, it is that smile which keeps us hoping. When our child smiles, it is as if he’s saying everything’s going to be alright.
For my Miguel, his smile tells me that I have to keep believing that he’s going to be fine.