I wrote all of that to say this, Momma;
I wish my severe injuries could be taken away from your memories! What we, who have been injured might not
understand, is the hard ship it places on those who love us. Now let us think about our mothers who gave
birth to us, and has all the memories of when we first said mommy, first cut
our first tooth, first haircut, first day going to school, first day we drive a
car on our own, first day we leave home to start our days as an adult!
My mother had to see me learn to talk
again, start to remember and grow back to the age I was at that time. Seriously, I had become that little 2-year-old,
then recover slowly, mentally to a 33 year old.
While there is to be much, much more in my blog about my recovery, my
mother will always have a special place in my heart. She had to endure many a
sleepless night while I recovered from nearly dying, due to a severe brain
injury. Then to endure his recovery but his marriage of that day
where many lies where spread about him, that through time proved to be false
but also caused a great stress in her soul.
The following excerpt from one of the
most wonderful poems by Maggie Pittman , titled “Her Hands” sum up my love
for my mother, thanks momma!
Her hands held
me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
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