I’ve always been a huge lover of words. Not surprising coming from someone who loves to write, I keep quotes and song lyrics in numerous journals I’ve collected over the years.
Not a day goes by where I don’t read or hear words that strike me as relatable to something going on in my life. Many times I see or hear words at the right time and it will help me see things in a new perspective.
Just the other night, I was feeling down and discouraged. We had a lot going on at home, including Campbell having a few seizures that are typically controlled by medicine.
This may be a surprise to some people who know me because I’ve learned to put on a good face, to smile and say I’m fine when really it’s the furthest thing from the truth.
I noticed you right away as I walked into the waiting room at the geneticist office. You were the mom with the binder stuffed full of medical information pulled from the Internet, just like I was ten years ago.
I could hear you talking excitedly to your husband who was holding your son in his arms. You were optimistic that you’d finally discovered some information that might lead to an answer to your son’s problems.
I listened as you used language that would make a bystander think you had a medical degree, but I knew the truth. You were self-taught by the indomitable will and determination of a mom searching for answers.
I watched as you gathered your belongings when the nurse called your son’s name and we made eye contact briefly. We smiled at one another but I caught the questioning look in your eye. I knew you wanted to ask about our story.