Some people recently have told me that they admire me or I inspire them. I am not quite sure why.
Some people ask me how I do what I do each day.
I am not sure how to respond sometimes. I am a mom, no different than any other mom. I live for my sons. I try to give them unconditional love each day. I do my best to encourage and lift them up when they are down and I cheer them on when they are up.
No secret that my youngest son has Angelman Syndrome and Epilepsy and his needs are a bit more unique then my other sons’. However, I am not special in any way. I am an ordinary woman who faces each day with hope that the next day will be better.
I am not sure what I am made of…some say I am made of steel..for what I have endured and continue to endure. I am not made of steel..for when I do fall…I break…steel does not break.
I break a little each time I see Scotty have a seizure and when he struggles to say a word. I break a little when Ryan is discouraged in life. I broke when Christopher broke his back and can’t move because his body aches all over.
I break each day I am ignored or rejected by those I love. I am a broken woman.
What holds me together is hope and faith that I am working towards a better life for my sons and me. I am held together with pure relentlessness. I will NEVER GIVE UP. Most of all I am held together with love. The love I have for my sons: Ryan, Christopher, and Scotty and the love they have for me in return.