Howdy! It's Been A While...

This year has been a bittersweet one for us. We are beyond thrilled that Skyler celebrated yet another milestone birthday with us - but we are also so incredibly saddened by the fact that she has lost three of her dearest friends this past year, two of them within two weeks of eachother just this past May. I hate to say that we become used to the passing of young, beautiful children...because we don't. But I think sometimes, being parents, loved ones and caregivers to fragile children, we are able to somehow block out the excruciating pain and acute awareness of the fragility of life as a whole while we go about our daily lives. A child passes and we feel it so intensely, we find it almost unbearable to continue on...yet we do. I know that I, personally, have become quite adept at compartmentalizing the different aspects of life. When a child in our community passes, I allow myself to feel it - for just a little while - and then I place that emotion, that pain, the reality of the disease in its special compartment - to be dealt with again on another day. Or not at all. I guess it's a survival mode of sorts. I need to keep going, in order to provide my child with the best possible life. Although I think it's important that she sees that I can emote, I also think it's crucial that she not always be reminded of the fragility (boy, I like this word today!) of her existence. (Remind me to tell you the tale of the Rage-Filled RT [respiratory therapist] someday!) There are some instances, however, where it is extremely difficult to hold back, to place certain feelings in their pre-assigned compartments. This was the case for me - and for many others - during the Month of May...


So, as you can see, we have learned and gained volumes of love, inspiration, strength and knowledge from our tiny fighters! What they lack in muscle mass, they make up for in spirit! My Skyler tells me often how her little friends come to visit her (in fact, she knew about the passings of her friends Kalair, Lily and Skylar before I did!)...and I am SO comforted in knowing that these angels, along with her pal Angel Gilly, and her g-tube buddy, Timmy, are watching over her daily. I feel them and their strength of spirit working through my child! Skyler may be one of the tiniest pixies ever to be seen (even in the SMA world!) - but she is one of THE toughest little cookies I have ever encountered!
I'm going to take a moment here to mention my other two lovey-poos, Lucas and Casey :) I don't know what I'd do without them - or my hubby, Jeff! Lucas is 13 now - and Casey is 11, quite the feisty little lady! We are still homeschooling...and the kids are doing really well with their learner-directed studies. Lucas is becoming quite good at stop motion photography/animation. I'm really proud of him and all that he has accomplished! Casey is a a voracious reader - and an incredibly good writer. She just might get published before I do! Oh, and speaking of being published...kudos to my Daddy! His first-ever published book, The Rebel and the Rose, is doing really well in sales - especially down South. In it, he and his partner, Gerald White, solve a Civil War mystery: whatever happened to the confederate gold that disappeared at the end of the war? It's really a well-written piece of work - and my Dad, who has honed his writing skills over the years writing for others - does and excellent job of taking fictional material and working it so that it reads like non-fiction. I am really VERY proud of him!
Okay, so it's time to run. Casey's room needs a good cleaning - and since much of my stuff is stored in there, as well, it's up to me to get the bulk of it down. Of course, the old juice boxes and candy wrappers aren't my responsibility, but...hey...you gotta do what you gotta do! I'll just smile (and grimace internally) - and be happy that I'm still blessed enough that those boxes and wrappers are there - because I'm fortunate enough to spend another second (albeit a grimey one!) with my kids!
Blessings to you all!
Kim
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