Thank you sweet friends.
For letting me kind of admit defeat yesterday.
And for not rubbing it in that I’d dragged you into my pity party and didn’t even offer appetizers while I whined.
You rock. You really do.
And I am humbled by so many of you who endure your own challenges - without throwing up on your poor readers like I did.
I have to admit…
I am grateful, so grateful, that it is me instead.
I didn’t understand - until I became a mother myself, just how much soul-searching you do when there is something wrong with your child. Something you cannot fix.
I got a knock-you-flat dose of it when we received Itty Bit’s kidney diagnosis; but when he survived and seemed so normal from the outside… I forget sometimes.
My disability changed my entire family’s lives.
You know what still brings me to tears?
Remember when the Organ Donor preference was a handwritten option on the back of a drivers license?
I can still see my mother’s print:
My ears to my daughter.
(I love you Mom. And I’m going to sing harmony with you someday).
Again, I am so glad it is me instead. I grin each time Itty Bit suddenly yells,
“I hear a train!”
“I hear Daddy’s truck!”
“I hear a police car! Somebody’s in TROUBLE!”
It’s a GOOD thing. A beautiful thing to delight in his abilities and be thankful that God has a plan for his life.
Me instead – and I’m glad.
(This will make your day…)