Wednesday, January 4, 2017

New Year

Hello blogging world! It has been far too long!

It has been a year of blessings after blessings. After having a few years of pretty much constant struggles, it felt amazing and somewhat scary all at once as we entered into a 2016. When you live in crisis mode for 2 years, living a calm life was unknown territory. I know how crazy that must sound, but taking a step into normal parenting was a shock and somewhat uncomfortable. It was like I was having to learn how to parent and mother all over again?!? Normal situations were happening and we were getting to respond to them in a "normal" way. My days went from administering rescue meds and conferencing with doctors, to picking out backpacks and driving to soccer and dance practice. All of it was a little overwhelming. Feelings that I had masked under the crisis mode started to be present this year. It has been a year of adapting to a new life.

Had I read something like this while we were in the trenches I might have been turned off.

"Ohhh it must be so hard to live a seizure free life." I can hear myself saying that a few years ago...

But what I want to make sure is that I tell our story truthfully. I want to highlight the good, the bad and the ugly. We are all walking down our different paths. Sometimes the path is straight with few curves and sometimes is like climbing Mount Everest. Both rocky and smooth, the stories need to be told.

I promise to always be transparent with our journey. I won't sensor it to fit what I think it needs to be heard. I will be truthful with my feelings and will let you all see a glimpse into my crazy, chaotic and sometimes backwards brain.

I am excited for 2017 and all the memories that will be made. I know it will be another year of learning and I'm excited to share that with all of you.

Happy New Year friends! May your 2017 be filled with blessings!

Love always,
Heather
Heidelberg Castle in Germany

1 comment:

  1. I lived thru a similar situation and can say that your truthfulness is refreshing. I remember bringing my young daughter to nursery school and coming home crying with graditude. I then sat on the floor and played dolls and tea party with our younger daughter. Keep up sharing the life of your beautiful daughter. Nancy Paronich

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