I don't have enough of these pictures. I wish I would have taken out my camera ALOT more than I had, I guess I took life for granted. Never expecting that things would change so drastically. The picture below is Braden playing in our hallway at our basement apartment in Paul's parents house. He's pretty big for a 13 month old. He walked young...just over 9 months, he was so busy..active, a typical boy. The picture was taken in November 1995, just 4 months before my car accident. We had a great long hallway where he could ride his car up and down, he loved it kept him busy for at least an hour.
I use to have trouble looking at these pictures...the "before" pictures, the pictures that signify the way it was suppost to be. It has gotten easier...as long as I don't sit for too long and wonder how things may have been different. Or as long as I don't linger to long in the thoughts of guilt and pain. The thoughts that some day I will express in great detail. I met another friend tonight...my last of celebrations for my 43rd birthday. She asked me how my book was comig, I chuckled as I haven't done a whole lot. But I did express how the contents and structure of my book has changed. Originally I was going to write about the accident, and Braden's diagnosis and recovery. But over the years and spending many hours talking about our journey i've come to realize that most people are interested in our struggles. People have said they find it facinating to listen to some of parenting techniques I have used while raising a physically challanged child...as well as a able-bodied youngster. Maybe someday my book will give another mom some ideas on ways to look at obstacles and how to over come them. I am hoping to fill my book with truth and validation.
Most people go through something challenging in their lives, at some point they are hit with a change that shakes the core of their foundation. It doesn't even have to be a terrible accident. Many things happen in our lives, illness, aging, marriage problems, abuse and death. It doesn't matter really what the trauma is...the feelings are all the same, sadness is sadness...fear is fear. I really want to reach those in their darkest moments. The moments that we don't speak of, the scariest, lonliest most horrifying moments....those times are the ones that need to be addressed. I will do that...I will dig deep and find the courage to speak about my most feared hours in my life thus far. Through this I hope to inspire those who may be living through their most dreaded hours.
So speaking of this able bodied child...below is a picture of one of her steller moments. Lol...yep she was a gymnastic star. Saturday morning was her time with her dad. He was the one to take her to the gym and it was an adult participation class, so he joined in with all the jumping, skipping and play. Such a good daddy...Kailey really liked gymnastics and even though she was she young she was really good at it, she has always had a strong body structure. Built tough ;) We eventually took her out of gymnastics because she started to play ringette. We juggled both for a bit but it became too much, and she wanted to try other things.
Well my friends, this post is late..I apologize, I will also be uploading a post for today at some time. Have a nice day Zeta's~
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