Today I had the chance to brag about my kids.
Oh, they make me slightly crazy. Because of the wheelchair, I can’t hide from them anymore.
There are days when I’m counting down the seconds minutes days until I can have that mojito.
Then there are days when I tell someone truthfully there are no other kids like mine.
These kids have been through ten shades of hell.
They’ve dealt with mom in the hospital.
They’ve seen their sister get so very sick.
Then they had to hold hands and go visit their mommy again, hoping she’d say their name. Hug them. Remember who they were.
I can’t say love without seeing their smiles.
They were the reason I woke up.
For them I came home.
It’s their joy beyond any other that I can’t wait to see when I make a breakthrough.
So, when people wonder why I don’t like the word “inspirational”.
It’s because people use it to describe the wrong people.
Look at my kids.
Photo by Mishelle Lane Photography