I remember those construction paper shoes so vividly. Thank you for helping me see them through your eyes.

Before my daughter was born, I thought I had made peace with my body. There wasn’t much my physical limitations kept me from doing. I was married and had a job and my friends didn’t care how well I could play kick ball. But it wasn’t long after my daughter was born what we discovered her body didn’t work the way it should. Long story short, she has an incomplete injury to her cervical cord and incomplete being a good thing because at least some of the signals get to where they are going. And with everything I thought my body had taught me, hers said to me “Sit down smarty pants, you don’t know jack”. I could write a book about the lessons learned from her body. And through it all, my body keeps doing what it takes to get through the day. When people ask me how I manage, I say I just do because I always have. I have even taught my body a thing or two. The first time I did yoga, my body said surely you jest” and while I may never be able to flip the dog, my body is starting to say,” Well I be damned, who knew I could do this.” I did.

Top “time-out” so far. Six months worth of mono.