I thought briefly about writing another "woe is me" post about my precious daughter who makes me wonder how I'm going to make it another day with her hurl-me-out-the-window tantrums (yes, we had another of those days yesterday), but then I stopped in my tracks. I've been hearing about and reading some blogs lately about moms who probably would give their left arm for a child who at their worst throws a 30 minute tantrum. I've been reading about moms who are grieving over children that they sadly lost or moms who are fighting alongside their terminally ill babies. Babies who are the same age as mine. Babies who so unfairly aren't given the chance that they should be given to live a full life. And it makes me realize that I really have no right to complain about what's "normal". She might throw abnormally, outrageously LONG tantrums over things as silly as the blanket on the couch not being placed correctly on top of her or her Cinderella "wedgie-free" undies giving her a wedgie, but it's what every mom of a 4.5 year old goes through (right? right?) so I really shouldn't complain. So I won't. At least not today. Because today, my heart is aching for MckMama who you can read about here and Heather Sphor who you can read about here.