I counted my blessings

I sat last night, along with most of the country & watched Red Nose Day on the BBC. I’ve been watching it for 25 years – for as long as it’s been going.

Every year I’ll sit there and watch the funny stuff & then I’d watch the harsh stuff too. You know, the videos that if we’re all honest, usually get a bit fed up of. The ones where they repeat themselves over and over and over. Pleading with you for donations. The ones that they have to show you because that’s what it’s all about. Every year I watch them & probably wouldn’t really give it that much thought. 
But last night was different.

Last night I watched it through the eyes of a Mother. Last night for the first time I cried whilst watching the films about babies & children in Africa dying – for no real, legitimate reason.

Babies are dying because they haven’t had a tiny, simple little injection. An injection that my little Ethan has already had four of. An injection, that we as Mummy’s & Daddy’s in this country take for granted.

Seeing the pictures of the helpless dying babies & their Mothers totally got to me. I wanted to run upstairs, pick up Ethan and hold him so tight. It made me realise how lucky I was to live in a country where these diseases aren’t a problem.

But I couldn’t do that, because he’d been a little tinker to get to sleep last night – very unusual for him. So I wasn’t about to wake him up for my own selfish reasons.

So, I sent a simple text instead. I sent ‘YES’ to 70010 and I saved two lives. I’ve either paid for two Malaria nets or two injections. Either way I’ve helped make a difference & hopefully two more babies will stay alive thanks to me.

Today I’ve had two massive big cuddles with my boy as he slept on me. I looked at him in a different light & they were the sweetest of all cuddles. I counted my blessings.



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