Six and a half years ago, I gave birth to a gorgeous, healthy baby boy. Our world was full of promise for what he might be. Those dreams that we parents all have for our kids. Fourteen months later, those dreams were stolen from us when he had a choking accident. In five minutes he went from completely healthy, to completely disabled. Dreams, shattered. World turned upside down.
For years I wallowed in self pity. Eating myself to death. Hiding from the world. Acting like the accident had happened to me, when the reality is, it happened to him. As I wallowed, my son made amazing improvements. He got stronger. Defied the doctors. Did things we were told he couldn't do. He embraced his life as I hid from mine.
It's five and half years later. And as you all know, I took control of my life three years ago. I started running. I lost a lot of weight. I began to embrace my life instead of hiding from it. I learned how to run. Made my body and mind strong. I made the conscious decision to be happy. Because let's be honest, depressed or happy- at the end of the day, my life is what it is. And *both* of my kids deserved a mom that was alive and engaged. I deserved it too.
Today, I did something I haven't dared to think about since before the accident. Today, I registered my son for Little League. Yeah, it's the Challenged League, but it's *baseball*... AJ's favorite sport in the world. My son looked at his limitations and shrugged. And when he takes the plate for the first time, his smile will light up the universe.
Despite being in a wheelchair. Despite being told he 'can't' do anything, he's doing a lot. He's learning to walk. He's learning to use the computer to talk. He's an amazing soul whose very being would light up your universe. And next month, he will officially be a baseball player. There's a lot we can all learn from that. We all have our challenges... but really, we have no excuse not to be exactly what we want to be. It's amazing what you can learn from our kids... the ones who don't know yet that limitations are supposed to stop us.
As my daughter told me last week... why stop dreaming when you're awake?