Bromom

I love the gift I have been given in life as Skyler and Hailey’s mom. Honestly, I can’t think of anything else I would trade this experience for. They are made for me just as I am made for them. They give me far more in life than I could ever attempt to give them. The crazy way that they do or say just the right thing at just the right moment without even knowing that they just restored something inside of me that was close to losing in an internal battle within myself. There is no other way to describe it aside from the miracle it truly is.

Watching these amazing creations of mine grow from the adorable little baby they once were not that long ago it seems to the almost adult individuals ready to venture out into the world on their own is scary and exciting and proud all at the same time.

So much of the time I have absolutely no idea what II am doing and worry that I am messing it up or making some crucial mistake, but I know that there is nothing else I would rather be doing and that nobody on this earth could ever love them or raise them the way that I do.

I realize that this is a fairly normal feeling that most parents have within them that almost seems to be a core pillar in the foundation of the gift of creating and raising miniature living, breathing, unique individuals that literally are made from pieces of you. It is the most humbling, gratifying, and amazing experience you can not compare to anything else.

The other side of that however is the part that provides us the appreciation for the good times and the ability to choose our actions and remain strong in our faith that we will be ok and that everything will work out. Maybe not the way we want or the way we had hoped, but everything always has a way of coming together exactly the way they were supposed to and we just have to readjust ourselves to follow suit.

All that said, I will be completely honest here and admit that my daughter’s accident on June 30th, 2022 changed the core of her soul and existence and mine as well. It rocked every part of everything we knew and believed in and neither one of us have been able to find any sense of knowing or believing in the goodness of anything since that day.

I can see the shadows that she tries so hard to hide in her eyes that linger right there at the edges and I am terrified that in her attempts at hiding them from me and pretending to be ok it will actually be the thing that destroys her and I can’t even imagine what that would entail for her after that happens.

I understand that this is the moment of truth right here and that this is the very thing that will show my babygirl’s character as a result. I also realize that in the process of being shaped into a pearl that grain of sand has to go thru quite a bit of pressure and unfamiliar pain and unknown that I assume can be lonely and scary and that within those emotions there is also anger, rebellion, terror, fear, and an entire tornado of emotions that are swirling within fighting to survive. It kills me to have to watch her struggle and be unable to take this from her. It s unbearable not knowing what to do or say that will bring her relief and return even a hint of sunshine back into her beautiful eyes.

I ask every single one of those out there reading this to please take a few minutes before moving on with your day and send me just a few words of wisdom, hope or advise for my Babyboo and for me, to help us get thru this difficult phase of our life. We need to hear options for coping skills and survival tequniques that might help us thru this trauma.

My baby might not ever regain the use of her right arm and nearly 6 months after the accident, a team of surgeons are still puzzled as to how they are going to fix my baby’s arm. I refuse to allow them to amputate without exhausting all possible fixes first. She will not be lost as one more case that is pushed along their desk. And above all, regardless of the outcome need her to find a way back into the sunshine and be my baby girl once again with or without her arm. But should that spark of her that is the source of her magic and the fuel that keeps my heart beating be smothered with the weight and burden of this tragedy, Boo and I will not survive. Please help us find the skills we need to win this battle like the warriors I know we can be. Thank you in advance!

I have felt compelled to write for a very long time to share with the world the amazing gift that I have been given, the unique bond and relationship, and the purpose of my existence on this planet. I have had an overwhelming desire to share stories and moments within that journey as the window towards opening up the viewers eyes to an alternative viewpoint that twists the boundaries of parent and friend and blurs the confines of what we have been taught to accept and stay within the suffocating boundaries of such generic boxes that we loose the most important parts, the MAGIC that we have been lucky enough to experience and be entrusted, the task of not only raising but molding those living breathing miracles into greatness. We are literally creating our future. Within a mother’s body she creates a spark of the future and it is our responsibility to instill within that creation the undoubted confidence and ability that will ignite the flames that light the way to the change that will make a brighter future for their generation and generations to follow in their blazing trail of success. I believe more than anything in this world that in order to do this we must take away the lines and boarders previously set for us defining good and evil, right and wrong, good and evil.

When we do not place judgement or attempt to confine within labels and boxes, and instead encourage and support individuals as they are for the unique abilities and characteristics they posses without shame nor guilt it is amazing to watch the way the child thrives and grows in happiness and confidence, positivity, acceptance, pure and whole.

These children are less likely to destroy others and will have a more positive outlook and be more productive within their own lives, better able to focus clearly on a productive path towards their purpose in their journey thru life, and will create less damage in the world. Imagine this one generation at a time, how amazing the future could truly be. Indeed we are creating our future!

Quite simply: LOVE. Love can quite literally heal the world from the inside out. Imagine how much more productive people could be if they weren’t so busy trying to heal from the things that broke them in their childhood and could fully invest their efforts and energy into the things that we do to keep society moving the way that we have created it into. Or even better, just imagine how much more fulfilling we could reshape the world we live into a more rewarding, meaningful, and wholesome place.

I believe that it is possible. I believe that we can all make this happen and very much hope that WILL happen. Maybe not in my lifetime, but day by day, one change at a time, one person at a time, we can get there one day. As I mentioned earlier: we are literally creating our future. Every choice you make as a parent, every time you change a toxic choice into a healthy choice you are changing the future. It’s the ripple of water in a pond. The snowball affect.

It has been my belief that my little girl, not quite so little anymore, is going to change the world in a profound way. I believe that she is destined to be a big part of the start of revolutionizing the world into a completely different way of living.

Just a little information before reading these screenshots. I got this big blue stuffed animal a few years ago as a gift for Valentine’s Day for my daughter. Previous to her sending these pictures the stuffie had been wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit of hers for about a year and it was kind of a running joke for a bit in our house. Also my daughter seems to have gotten her sense of humor from her mother(thank goodness) so of course she is always insanely entertaining and again like her mother over the top exagerations and hand gestures..

Now you may proceed to the screenshots. I hope you find them as entertaining as I did. She is most definitely one of my favorite people to have texting conversations with as it almost always has sparks of her imagination and personality bursting thru words almost in vocals and in my ears I often do hear her voice as I read the messages that she sends to me.

There truly is a special bond between parent and child that nothing in this life can even come close to comparison. The magic of this bond can be the most fulfilling experience of your life and the most rewarding. Through all the highs and lows, the frustration, laughter, tears, annoyance, and proud moments we get thru to the best of our ability, and when they are ready to move on and start their adult life, we parents will wonder where the time went and so fast.
We all do our very best at raising these small little bundles of joy. Recently I realized that my mind separates the child I created and keeps her in a separate category from any other human individual deserving of the same respect and consideration we would give to a close friend, coworker, or teacher. I am willing to bet that some of you may also think like this. We inadvertently end up robbing them of their right to have a bad day, be grumpy, express their feelings and thoughts, and be free to grow into their unique personality that should be embraced and accepted for who they are, not who we want them to be.
How many of us remember back in our childhood and how our parents disagreed with our life choices. How many of us have views and beliefs that our parents don’t always agree with us? How many of us have parents we do not speak to as a result of these things? Do you want it for your child? Do you want that rift between you and the single most rewarding experience of your life? Do you want to regret your parenting choices till you are on your deathbed?
Let’s break that cycle. No more dysfunction breeds dysfunction. We all can choose to be better. Make better decisions. It starts one choice at a time. Let’s raise happy, healthy individuals that don’t spend the majority of their adult lives trying to repair or survive with emotional scars and wounds that nobody can find a way to cure. Let’s change the world one miracle at a time.