
It was supposed to be a quick stop at a grocery store to pick up a couple things. In the cart was our near three year old daughter and our eight year old son walked next to me. She was kicking her feet and laughing, the anointing of joy in full display.
That anointing has made for interesting encounters with strangers. They would see her face, stop, look at her, and come to us and just start pouring their life story out to me. That day, a senior citizen lady grabbed me by my elbow and asked how old our daughter was. I had a funny feeling this encounter wasn't going to be about her anointing.
For the next three minutes, this lady looked up one side of our little girl and down another, judging me with every bone in her finger she was wagging at me. She introduced herself as a nurse and let me know if I didn't stop overfeeding my child, she'd have diabetes before she was ten.
What this woman did not know and refused to listen to was long before I parked in that lot, we had a team of doctors working with us since our baby was six weeks old. While most parents were snapping pictures and arranging playdates, our first year with her was either at the doctor office, the ER, or in the hospital.