When we are young we dream of the life we will create when we grow up. We envision leaving the pain of our childhood to the bliss of freedom and choice of adulthood. Only to find out that it isn’t really that simple. I never would have written myself into this story of my life. It has unfolded in all of the ways you never expect, and honestly, in all of the ways you hope it never will. Sound depressing? Just give me a second to play it out for you. First, it is simply the truth. I never imagined myself as a single mother raising four boys. I never imagined one of them would be disabled and medically complex. It simply wasn’t on my manifestation list.
But you know what? It is my life. It is my messy, beautiful life.
andie