These past few weeks have been rather difficult, we have been stretched in ways we never thought we could handle yet here we are slowly paving our way through this unfamiliar terrain.
We get on a plane early Monday morning and head to sick kids in Toronto for Declan’s liver transplant assessment. We would be lying if we said we are handling this well, all of us are struggling, shifting responsibility and exploring new to us roles has had its highs and lows.
I am eager to get our sweet boy well, and although I know this year is going to be a difficult one for all of us we will continue to love and learn and grow in these new unpredictable roles, for only when you step out if yourself do you truly see what your made of.
Potters clay, dark musty ugly old clay. That’s where we are.
Mold me into the wife and mother you have ordained me to be, I am but this simple clay spinning round and round hoping to one day become a beautiful work of art.