With Mother’s Day on the horizon I was thinking a lot about what I have been through personally when it comes to my son. We have definitely had our battles. But he is a little fighter and I have no qualms about admitting that we have it good. There could be so many worse things to have to deal with. And this lead me to thinking about my mom. And all she has been through as a mother.
My mom, became a mom young. When you are pregnant, you have all these ideas about how your child will be raised and what they will achieve. I cannot imagine being that young and being told that your child will need to have open heart surgery. I have seen my son through tonsils and adenoids being taken out, and a few other small surgeries and that was bad enough. Can you imagine having to take your young child to a hospital and watch nurses take them away knowing they will be operating on your child’s heart? This was before they made a small insertion, this was when they cut you open down your chest. Can you imagine the dread you would feel?
The relief she must have felt when I started doing better. I started growing. I thought about all the stuff I did even knowing I had a heart murmur. I played sports all the way through high school. Ballet, bowling, baseball, soccer. I went on roller coasters and ran the stupid mile in gym. If there’s anything that could have come out of it is they should have said I couldn’t run the mile, but I’m just now thinking of this–stupid me. Back to my mom. She never stopped me. She never told me I couldn’t. But I’m sure she worried about it. I would have.
Getting the usual tonsils and adenoids out. Then tubes in the ears too many times to count. Having the skin under my tongue clipped because I was tongue tied. Being so active I was constantly breaking, spraining, or hurting something. Just constant issues.
What about as that child gets older and you know something is wrong health wise but you can’t put your finger on it? You run them from doctor to doctor trying to figure it out. All while working and driving them to all those sports and outings with friends, while still working. And you never get the answer you are looking for.
Until one day you do. And it’s a rare disease that can cause blindness. What would you do if your child had to take strong medicine every day for the rest of their lives? What if the only way to stop the medicine was to have brain surgery? We went on living our lives and just taking medicine. At the same time my mom was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.
Then one day getting more bad news. Listening to your daughter bawl into the phone as she says that her nuero surgeon told her she had to have surgery. After ten years of having the disease and taking medicine. Having the nurses roll your child away for another major surgery. That must have been so hard. Can you imagine what that must have felt like as a parent?
What about the aftermath of that surgery? Taking care of your grandson and daughter as you have your own medical issues going on. Driving her everywhere until she is allowed to drive again. Taking her to appointments because something else may have gone wrong at the surgery and waiting it out to find out what was happening.
It’s hard sometimes to put yourself in another person’s shoes. It’s easy to think about how something affects you. But when I think about all my mom has been through as a mother, to me, alone, it is crazy. This doesn’t include her own issues, my brother, or my son. My mom has had a hard life and she just keeps pushing through with the hand she is dealt. My mom is Super Mom ❤