
We didnât know what our journey would look like.
We didnât know that we would get the news we did.
We didnât know that we could be together while feeling desperately alone.
We didnât know that things would be this hard.
We didnât know that our spirits could be crushed this much.
We didnât know how frightening this would be and how brave we would need to become.
We didnât know that we could feel so much heartbreak but yet so much hope at the same time.
We didnât know that her first step would bring tears of happiness to our eyes and in the same second, cause us to drown in grief.
We didnât know that we could stand up again and again after getting knocked down.
We didnât know that we could each be raging hurricanes and at the same time, each otherâs safe harbor.
We didnât know that some days, just surviving was good enough.
We didnât know that in an instant, our lives would never be the same again.
We didnât know that love shows up differently during trauma. Sometimes it looked like letting the other sleep and other times it looked like throwing yourself on the grenade to protect the otherâs tender heart.
We didnât know how different our milestones would look compared to others. A tiny step forward for our friends would be a leap for us. How long it would take us to be comfortable not measuring our lives by another familyâs ruler.
We didnât know how strong we could be â especially when we were so scared. How each of those decisions to stand up and go again would forge the strength of our souls in fire.
We didnât know that holding on to each other would keep us from slipping into the darkness â how we became living breathing anchors for each other.
We didnât know that our scars would tell amazing stories of courage, tenacity, resilience and love.
We didnât know how much I would struggle navigating these new uncharted waters of motherhood. Mourning the loss of my âoldâ self while completely head over heels in love with our little girl.
We didnât know that we could say so much with simply holding hands.
We didnât know that our story needed to be told. How it would light up the dark path for others that followed behind us.
We didnât know how intimately we would know discomfort. How we would learn to make it our friend.
We didnât know that we would spend our lives adapting to a world thatâs not built for our little girl.
We didnât know that people like us â that have experienced defeat, loss and grief? They have gratitude seared in their souls.
We didnât know that by being broken, weâve learned to love harder.
We didnât know that by being in the dark for so longâ¦
We would learn to appreciate everything that shines.
source https://www.programage.com/news/What_We_Didn_t_Know_Before_Becoming_Parents_of_a_Child_With_a_Disability_1601535614476888.html
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