Today I had a "I complained that I had no shoes and then I met a man that had no feet" moment.
It had been a hard day for Ben. He was falling so much with his myoclonics and instead of popping right back up like he usually does he cried after most of them. I was sad for him and, admittedly, a bit sorry for myself. I was thinking about how hard it was to see him hurt so much. However, my perspective changed after I read this post this afternoon. This amazing mother describes how much she wishes her daughter could walk. She wants her to "be able to run...and jump and even fall." After reading that I realized that Ben falls because he is able to walk. I am very grateful that Ben learned how to walk several months ago. Each time he falls now, I hope to remember that and not dwell on the negative.
My, just minutes old, 3 lb. 4 oz. Ben. He is such a miracle in so many ways.
And such a sweetheart! What a precious spirit!
ReplyDeleteHe did seem more bothered by his falls. Way to put things in perspective.
Aimee- you are a saint of a mother. My eyes got teary when I read your comment on kyms blog post. I can't imagine how hard it would be watching your child fall- but I know he is so blessed to be in your home.
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