I am not superwoman. Today was hard. I was a mess. Today was hard. I was an emotional basket-case. And yet, I did not shed one tear until he was sleeping under the influence of the lovely gas mask, and then I fell apart. Briefly.
Because the thing about motherhood that I have realized over the years, it is not about me. I have moaned, worried, fretted and written one or ten blogs about the stress of this scoliosis surgery. But all along I knew that today was a day to pull myself up by my bootstraps and help him get through it -- and help my other amazing kids get through. Today was about letting the tears fall and then getting about the business of helping my son.
Not by my strength. But through the multitude of arrow prayers I shot up today...and more importantly through the amazing prayer support Benjamin has received from one side of America to the other -- from Ireland to Argentina -- the messages flooded my Facebook and bathed my heart and soul.
And our beloved staff at Phoenix Children's Hospital -- oh my goodness. We walked in the door and were immediately met by support, hugs, love and the promise of prayers.
|Before and after.|
And honestly, humbled by the strength of my son. He has been witty and charming while under the influence of all these painkillers. (He just overheard the nurses welcome me to the "PCH Hotel" as I settled in for the night...looking completely asleep, he smiled and said, "It's a five-star resort!") He has been polite and kind.
Tomorrow may be another story -- for tomorrow the work of learning how to function with this new straight, inflexible back will begin. But for tonight, I am resting in the blessing of today. And asking you shamelessly, to keep praying as you have been for this amazing kiddo.
You are a blessing.
|A visit from the most amazing siblings!|