Who knew that I could ever be over the moon with excitement over something as mundane as pushing my son in the car cart at the grocery store on a crowded day? He didn’t understand why I mostly shopped alone or why we had to use the regular carts with his cart cover on the […]Read more "The Simple Things"
It felt good to go to the ER with a song and dance man. It felt good to let a star take the show as fear and anxiety took a back seat. I always make it a point to stay strong for my son and make our hospital visits a blast, but this time (our […]Read more "ER Star"
It’s been a while since I went for a bike ride, but I know I’d have no problem pedaling and steering while enjoying the breeze. It’s like that with riding a bike, right? Just hop on and go. Once you know how, you never forget. Except what happens if you recently fell and you’re riding […]Read more "Let’s Go for a Bike Ride"
While leaving the hospital yesterday after Charlie’s post-op appointment, my face was hurting from so much smiling. It felt good to feel something I haven’t felt in a very long time. There’s not a word for it. It’s the feeling a parent has when she can breathe because the best case scenario for her son’s […]Read more "My Heart"
If it were just me, I might have trouble giving thanks at the moment. As a human, I’ve reached my max. I cannot take another day of seeing my son go pale with pain, or bare an oxygen level similar to before surgery while I wait for it to rise. But as Charlie’s mommy, it’s my […]Read more "Cank You, God"
I don’t like to cry. I refrain from doing it as much as possible. IF a tear escapes, it usually meets a hot and angered cheek before being hastily wiped away. I know crying isn’t a sign of weakness and many find it therapeutic. However, it often makes me feel worse and weaker. I’ve been […]Read more "No Tears Allowed"
I don’t know how to relax. I’m trying to master the art of being calm, but it seems to go against my nature. I came into the world with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck three times, and since then, life seems to find other ways to leave me struggling for breath. It’s hard […]Read more "Light at the End of the Tunnel"