I often find myself in this out-of-body experience—watching this whirlwind of disarray run its course through my life, leaving me an overwrought and overwhelmed mother just trying her best to mend the pieces back together.
I knew this new journey would come with many bumps along the way, and that there’d be new lessons to be learned. But it’s exhausting, testing, challenging, and demanding in every way imaginable.
No number of days is enough to erase the deaths of innocent children who had mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters who loved them. No amount of time is enough to forget the violent state we’re living in.
How would I tell him that classrooms are a place for books and not for bullets? How would I tell him that kids can become angels, too—as heavy as that thought may be to fathom?
I know what it’s like to constantly wonder whether you’re doing right by your child, whether you’re giving them the space to be who they are while also teaching them to respect the world around them.
"For me, it’s meant the risk of long-term immobility because my Symphis Pubis is at risk of rupture and I can no longer walk. It means another four and a half months minimum of immobility to go. If the SP ruptures it could mean further more extreme long term disability, loss of mobility, incontinence and need for surgical intervention."
