I feel I need to blog at least a little something , as I have been getting the feared emails and calls "Blog B---!"
I am not sure I have the energy, the spirit, the confidence, or maybe not enough wine tonight.
I still can't fully wrap my head around the turn our life has taken. I am fine with this detour, however I really thought would would be redirected onto the main road by now.
Addison says it best, and it certainly pains my heart for her to carry such a burden. However at every chance she gets, ie. shooting star, first star in the night, letting a balloon fly upwards for a never ending journey, and upon every daffodil, she wishes, simply:
"please let Jake's seizures go away."
She does not wish for herself. For a new barbie, or brand new puppy, but only for the health of her brother.
Addison too, has become afraid of "the phone call." As she stayed at my parents this past night, I called several times to check on her and her return and she was heard in the background almost every time, asking "if Jake was ok?"
This 5 year old dear child of mine, has more spirit, more bravery, and more compassion than I could ever have imagined. I, again, would love to have an ounce of what she has!
She states, ever so simply what we all dream of for Jake.....seizures go away....
~ Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their curiosity, their intolerance of shams, the clarity and ruthlessness of their vision. ~
God Bless~ Christine
Tweak by Tweak
3 months ago
5 comments:
oh~ starting the morning with tears...I was so impressed with her wishes in December. You have very special children!
Lisa, said it best...starting the morning with tears. You do have special children and they get it from you and Matt!! I wish so badly that everything would go away. I hate to see you guys hurting. I love you and pray for you all so often.
Ditto!!!!!
Tough weekend? What a precious angel Addi is and Jake too! You DO have the courage and strength that Addi does, otherwise you would not have made it this far! Love you!
We could all learn lessons from our children. They seem to be the wisest and strongest through times of sorry and pain. My 9 year old told me "Uncle Jesse isn't in heaven,". I quickly replied. "Yes his is!, why where do you think he is?" "He is right here mom." as he matter of factly pointed to his heart.
Praying for you. Love you bunches.
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