Last night as I was working on this blog, my son was snuggled up beside me on the couch, enthralled in what I was doing. He has wanted to take part in this since the day I registered my account at WordPress, and not a day goes by why he doesn’t ask “Mom how’s your blog doing today?”. He gets really excited when I get a lot of hits on my page, and is always thinking of things I can put on this page. He want me to include a section for him, and he’s told me that he wants to write about what it’s like to have a Mom like me. I am VERY fortunate to have an 8-year-old who understands what a life with chronic pain is all about, and he is one of my biggest supporters! He has learned not to take excessive responsibility for my pain. He talks about how it makes him feel when I am not feeling well, and above all he doesn’t focus on my limitations. He is thankful for what I CAN do instead of concentrating on what I CAN’T DO. His love inspires me to rise above the agony and live the very best life I can.
As I was editing a first draft my little dude piped in… “Mom, can you read me what you have so far? I’d really like to know what you are writing!”. It struck me as a sweet, but a little odd, since his favorite cartoon was on, and he couldn’t have been less interested in it. I told him I would read it to him when I finished editing it…. So he waited… and waited…. for 10 minutes he waited in silence, not taking his eyes off the computer screen. When I told him I was ready to share with him what I wrote, he turned the TV OFF so he could concentrate on my words… on his own.
Once I finished, he wrapped his arms around my neck and said “MOM! THAT WAS SO GOOD! YOU ARE REALLY SMART, AND I LOVE YOU!”. I held him tightly and told him how much his words meant to me, and that it really makes a big difference to me to have his support. The moment ended too quickly, and he went off to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.
As I was shutting the computer down, he came out into the living room with his toothbrush hanging out the side of his mouth, and foam running down his chin and said “Mom, I think you are a warrior, because you fight your pain everyday, and I think one day you’ll be famous for trying to help people…” and went off to spit and rinse….
And he left me in awe…..
In that moment, his words were the greatest gift….
Little does he know…. If I am indeed a warrior, it is BECAUSE of him.