It is so amazing what we can go through in this life, and be
able to completely heal from it. Not just physically, but emotionally,
mentally, and spiritually. It has been 2 1/2 weeks since brain surgery, and
although I am still quite sore and occasionally have my giant headache return,
it is wonderful to be able to do the things I was able to do before. It is
especially wonderful to be a mother to Carter again!
We returned home Sunday night, and each one of us seemed to
have healed a little more from the whirl wind of events that disrupted our
family life. It was wonderful to just be our little family again, and as soon
as we walked in the door, Jason and I loved sitting together watching our sweet
little boy explode with happiness. His eyes were wide as he saw the pictures on
the wall and laughed as he remembered each one. He ran to his toy box
hysterical to hold each one of his toys. Even the lights on the ceiling were so
exciting to him. It brought tears to my eyes when he ran into his room
laughing, smiling, and pointing at his crib. It seemed as if we just gave the
world to our little man.
Although I was nervous to have Carter all to myself again,
Monday was the best day I had had in a while. Carter was so happy and enthralled
with everything he saw in the house. I just sat happy and content as I watched
Carter not only destroy the house, but find the greatest happiness in doing so.
We both loved being partners in crime again. Two peas in a pod spending each
day together again. I soaked up every happy moment trying to push back the
thoughts that soon we’d be away from home again and it would be for even
longer.
As I thought about us leaving our home again, and this time
for 5 weeks instead of 2, I remembered a conversation I had with my mom. After
getting out of the hospital and hearing about all of Carter’s adventures while
I was away, my mom reminded me that Carter would not remember any of it. That
made me sad, but also brought me much comfort. She is totally right. There is
so much he won’t remember from this experience and for some odd reason that
gave me comfort. It’s sad that he won’t remember the time I had energy and
would wake him up in the mornings just to play until we both dropped from
exhaustion. He won’t remember the fun days we had swimming together, and
cuddling after a day full of doing new things. He won’t remember the days I’d
get him up and not have enough energy to play with him. He won’t remember how
frustrated he would get because mom wouldn't get up to play and would lay on
the couch all morning. He won’t remember how his mom was not there for him for
4 days and how scary it was to see her again. He won’t remember when we both
cried because I didn't have the energy or strength to pick him up and hold him.
He won’t remember the happy or the sad things.
A year ago we moved to Spring Creek Nevada, and although
Carter won’t remember the things that have happened in his first year of life…
I will. I will remember and that helps me to heal. I will remember the hard
days and make the good days even better. Even though I will completely heal
from this experience, I will have the memories to make the good things even
better! What a wonderful blessing that is, especially to remember that even
though times were hard God always remembered us! Even now we have so many
blessings to be thankful for.
Clarissa, it's so good to hear about the progress in your healing. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. Stay strong! Love, Luann Spendlove (1st grade teacher, @ West Point)
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