Growing up mama and I listened to music constantly. Listening to music and singing along is still something we love to do together. We always will. We listened to the radio, often, in both vehicles and at home. One day as a kid a song came on that sounded like nothing I had heard before
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Yesterday was International Women’s Day. In honor of that I want to salute the important women in my life who have helped make me the person I am and will be. I come from a line a of strong women. Their strength was definitely passed down to me by both DNA and example. In addition,
Yesterday was one of the toughest days I have had in a while. That is saying something. Everything, seemingly, that could go wrong went wrong. Yesterday had every single, typical, response from me: frustration, tears, feeling like I was not enough/doing enough, angry at myself for feeling like any of what happened yesterday was my
Erin Napier from HGTV’s Hometown inspired this post. Thanks Erin! On Instagram before the new year, she said she, her husband Ben, and their friends all agreed their children were not getting cell phones or using social media while they were growing up. Erin’s post made me think about how different I would be as
Many people with CP have food challenges. By challenges, I mean food texture issues. Am I immune to this CP side effect? Obviously, from the title of this post the answer is no. Thankfully my food texture aversions are mild. Watermelon, okra, oranges, and egg yolks are my biggest ones. I do have an added
In 2015, when mama was told I was suicidal, again, by a person who did not know me very well I called my brother/journey partner sobbing. What? How are we here again, brother? He talked me down and helped me assure mama that I was more than fine. I just needed to process my surgery
Friday, I had a tough CP day. My tough day wasn’t because I was in pain. The toughness came from being in my head too much and being frustrated because I couldn’t move the way I wanted to. The reason I was frustrated was because I knew how I wanted my body to move but
I love my mama very much. When she gave birth to me about eight weeks early because of listeria we weren’t supposed to make it through delivery because of infection. We’re both still here. That fact is quite literally a miracle. Because of our circumstances we have a very unique bond. Mama teaches me to
This is another blog post about my faith journey. I have said this before, but it needs repeating, apparently. Mama did not do anything to give me CP. There was nothing to suggest her pregnancy, with me, was problematic until she contracted Listeria. She and I are the only known people impacted by this outbreak.
If you have been reading my posts for a while: you know I was painfully shy growing up. I was not shy around my family, friends, or anyone not a stranger. My shyness came from being bullied in school. I thought if I made myself less visible by being quiet the bullies might not notice