Two years ago, when Aiden made his grand debut that shook my family to its core, I had absolutely no idea how much I was capable of. I had dreams and ideas about the kind of mother I wanted to be - would be - but no concrete evidence that I would ever live up to my expectations.
Oh - but look at me now!
I've experienced the deepest pain my heart has ever endured, felt it crumble into a million pieces right inside my chest, then glued it back together piece by piece - slowly, steadily, and with the support of many.
I've been challenged and tested - as a mother, a friend, a daughter, a wife - and feel on top of the world with how things have turned out. My emotional wreckage has found calmer seas and bright blue sunny horizons.
I've learned things I never would have seeked out on my own - medical terms, surgical jargon, therapy suggestions - once exhausted by all of this information, I am now finding ways to empower myself and make a difference with my newfound knowledge. (More on that to come in the very near future...)
Whereas I once questioned what I was going to do with my life, I now have a deep and clear understanding of where I am going.
Most of all, I have SURVIVED!
And I owe it all to my boys.
I am so abundantly blessed to be Aiden's mommy and so hopeful for his future. Every day that goes by I am reminded of all that he has helped me overcome - and become.
You know when people say their children are their inspiration? Yeah, I get it.