Perfect

Sometimes when I feel happy, when things are good, when my life is full, I get this feeling that something horrible is bound to happen, that things are too good so something bad will happen, like I’ll have a heart attack or husband will get cancer or we’ll all be in a horrible car accident or one of these things will happen to our parents or our siblings.  Horrible things go through my head.  This is normal right?  You think these things too, right?

I recently shared this concern with husband and he look at me like I was crazy,  “Today I was in a hospital room with a team of doctors while one of them injected a great big dose of Botox into our son using a super large needle.”  Oh right.  G has this disability. It’s life long. That’s our bad thing.  That’s our heart attack.  That’s our cancer.  He’ll find himself in hospitals with teams of doctors his entire life.  I get it.  I know.  But, on most days, G’s CP is sort of non-existent for me.  I sort of forget that G has CP, I mean, not really, but I do sort of forget about the CP.  It used to consume me, but it doesn’t anymore.  I mean.....this kid rocks.  He is perfect! 

I don't ever want to forget how hard he has worked in his short five years. 

Hard.

This kid has worked hard. 

Look at those cute little braces.  His first pair. 

We had such a hard time finding shoes that fit over his braces.  I remember how hard it was to put the braces on him.  His physical therapist visited us the weekend he got his braces to help us.  It was Memorial Day.  She came and helped ease our fears on Memorial Day.  I remember almost crying because I couldn't get his little foot to fit properly in the brace.  She calmed me and help me, helped us.

 That walker.  He used a walker.  And he doesn't now.  My son walks.  All. By. Himself. I am so grateful that my son walks. 

This boy is perfect.  This boy has Cerebral Palsy and he is perfect. 

He is funny and loving and mine and he is perfect. 

That silly face (above) was inspired by Pop's silly face (below).

Did I mention that he is strong?

 So strong!

  I'm not sure what he is trying to do when he shares this move with us. 

 Guessing he is just showing us how strong he is. 

This girl is super strong too.

And pretty, and smart, and funny. And she's mine. And....she is really into reading the bible.  We have fielded lots of questions about the Crucifixion lately. 

So much love!  I have so much love.  I know, I know, cliché, like saying, “time flies”. But it does and I do have that love. Really So. Much. Love.  

 I remember, my Uncle Bob telling me, at  23, that “the love one has for his/her children is like no other.  It is indescribable and immeasurable.  When you’re a mom, you’ll understand.”  I am not sure why he told me that.  I remember it very vividly, we were at my Aunt Barb’s house, it was late, I was young, I had had a lot to drink and I remember that, that random piece of information he shared.   And I totally get it now.  I get it.  But, I still can’t believe other people have this feeling.  Do you feel this too?  Really? It’s amazing. It’s indescribable and immeasurable and I just really can’t imagine others feeling this way.....you do though right?   

Well Said!