It would be easy to be angry. This wasn’t the life I expected to have. I didn’t expect to face my uncertain future in a wheelchair with a stroke-effected appearance and a prison of my own body.
It would be SO easy to be angry.
I work hard to stay thankful. In spite of my obstacles or because of them. Without the struggles of a young parent with Peyton, then a young mother facing a lifetime disabled I have had the truth of thankfulness taught to me.
Thankful is an app on my phone that allows me to still read when my shaking vision and one-handedness would have taken that from me. It’s knowing I’m teaching my kids and their friends an important lesson about the ability of a parent to STILL be a parent no matter what they appear. It’s being outraged and irritated at slights towards the handicapped but knowing there have been great changes made because people care. It’s the myriad doctors and their skills that have allowed me to be alive.
I gripe. I complain. I moan.
It’s all a tiny whisper in comparison to the thanks I give. Feel. Scream in my heart.