Thursday, May 19, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Lucky Mom

My Dear Husband printed out this letter by Misty Boyd, and enclosed it into my Mother's Day card. I asked him why he wanted me in tears on Mother's Day. These words really blessed me. Thank you Matt, and thank you Misty for sharing your heart.

Happy Mother’s Day (from a special needs perspective) - By Misty Boyd
The following is reprinted with permission from the blog of Misty Boyd, "Broken Body/Whole Spirit."


If I could be a little girl again and know the things I know now, I would thank my mom a lot more for the sacrifices she made for me when I was growing up. So, for Mother’s Day, I’ve decided to use what I know now to thank her and all the other spina bifida moms I know for things I wasn’t aware of then.


Thank you for giving me life when “they” said I’d be better off dead. Thank you for fighting on my behalf when I was too little and weak. Thank you for loving me even though you were scared. Thank you for becoming a nurse in our home long before you were ever a nurse at a hospital. I know that must have been intimidating. Thank you for learning what all those tubes were for, and where they went, and how they helped me. Thank you for countless doctor visits and E.R. visits, no matter what time I needed to go. Thank you for walking up and down the halls of the hospital with me while people gawked. Thank you for your paranoia about every little thing that didn’t seem right. I know sometimes you thought you looked nuts, but I’m sure it kept me alive more than once. Thank you for yelling at doctors when they said, “She’s fine,” when you knew me well enough to know I wasn’t. Thank you for the ugly stares you gave back to people when I was doing my best to learn to walk. Thank you for being patient when other kids my age were running circles around me. I needed more time. Thank you for remembering countless medications, and cath schedules, and putting my AFO’s on for me, and dressing me when it took me a little longer to learn. Thank you for yelling at me when I wouldn’t take care of myself as a teenager (not that it worked…I’m stubborn). Thank you for making me stubborn. I needed that attitude. I don’t know how I would have made it without my pain in the rear attitude. Thank you for pushing me to do everything you knew I could do, and I knew I couldn’t. Turns out, you’re pretty smart. Thank you for letting me do things you were scared of. I know I terrified you sometimes. I had to know if I could ride my bike down that hill at supersonic speed. I could. Fun! Thank you for making me know that I was worthy of love. I never let a boy tell me anything different. There were a lot of worms, but I dropped them all for something I knew I deserved. Thank you for cheering at my graduation. If my doctors had it their way, that day wouldn’t have come, but you believed. Thank you for spending countless hours planning that crazy wedding, yet another thing that wasn’t supposed to happen. And thank you for forks! LOL! Only my mother will get that one! Basically, thank you for stepping into an unfamiliar, scary world, that you didn’t sign up for. I appreciate it, and I think you did a great job! I turned out okay!


Your SB kid

SB moms…please know that your children feel this way, or at least they will when they look back on their lives and see all you’ve done for them. Take this letter as your own. I wrote it for all of you, from your babies who can’t tell you any of this yet. Happy Mother’s Day!

Sunday morning before church.

After church we headed out to the vineyards of Temecula with some friends for a picnic lunch and wine tasting.

What a wonderful time!

There was beauty everywhere you turned.

Bocce Boys.

Happy Girl.

Does it get any better than this?

A beautiful piece of artwork from Serena. Lucky me!

Another beautiful day...
and I am so grateful.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Forty One for the One

Our little family had such a nice day on Pop's birthday.

We decided to spend a leisurely day at the zoo.

Lunch at the best table at "Albert's". Right by the waterfall.

Plenty of time for silliness...

and just taking in the beautiful.