12/18/2025
As sad as I am for my own limitations, it is heartbreaking that my kids likely won't remember the ME before. The active, adventurous, no-fear mom I used to be. And they've never known the BEST version of me...the young me who never stopped. Who fished, hunted, played softball and worked hard. Whose life was ATVs, watersports, wrestling the boys, driving anything with a motor too fast, and proving I could keep up with my "older brothers." Unfortunately, most of their memories will be of this broken body who needed so much of their help, a lot of rest, and required a lot of "NOs" in the form of "I'm sorry, but I can't."
I don't want this thing to be WHO I am, but it does affect every part of my life, every decision, every day. Each decade has brought further degeneration, more limitations, and learning how to live within those and still be content.
It's a very long game of being thankful for my blessings and that I'm still here, pushing through pain without affecting those around me, constantly learning more and fighting to stay functional, and wracking up some serious questions for the Lord.
I pray with all my heart that they don't end up like me and that they'll remember how hard their Mama tried. And I look forward to us all being together with our new bodies one day✝️