09/12/2025
This week tested me in every way — physically, emotionally, and mentally.
Watching my oldest go through surgery and recovery has cracked my heart open and grown it all at once.
The medicine battles, the middle of the night ear pain, the helplessness in his eyes and mine. It’s all been so much.
I pray he remembers the fun times together, the cuddles, the on-call ice cream, and the way we got through this together more than the pain he feels right now.
That he holds onto the belief that this will make things better — that sleep will be his new superpower, and awful coughs will fade.
As always, there were moments that came the guilt. I didn’t get work done. I didn’t get all things on my house to-do wish list done like I thought. We didn’t do as many Christmas crafts as anticipated because she didn’t have energy.
But I was exactly where I needed to be — holding space, holding him, doing the job that mattered most in that moment.
He’s been brave. I’ve had to be, too.
And through it all, I’ve never loved him more deeply.