Sure that day, and the days to come were painful. Fond memories and pictures flooded my mind. Losing a pet is not easy. But for me, for my family, this was the final piece of a year that had been anything but easy. It started on June 30, 2009, when our son was born. With a club foot. It went down from there, when he was diagnosed with craniosynostosis and whisked into major head surgery when he was just nine months old (he is doing great today!). It was followed by us losing my husband's dog. And it ended with Kelsey being diagnosed with cancer and us slowly watching the disease take her from us.
Two things happened on the day we put Kelsey down. The first was an outpouring of support and sympathy over Facebook. People I had not spoken to or seen in years. And one very nice lady that I really do not know, nor have I not met her, but came to know her through a friend on Facebook. It was amazing and heartwarming. And it actually lifted my spirit. Because what they did not know was that on that June 1 day, my tears were not just for Kelsey. They were for a stressful (beyond belief) year where, as a mother, I had no choice but to plow through for the sake and well-being of our son. My body saved the tears for a later day.
The other thing that happened that June day was that I seemed to be the one everyone else was turning to -- to listen to their gripes about how someone at work made them angry or how their spouse ticked them off. Or I had to listen to stories of "dilemmas" on where to have their kid's birthday party or which new car they should buy. And this was the one that tripped me up. I had one person knock on my closed door (closed because the tears were still coming) asking me if I could donate to a charity that was near and dear to her. I felt so guilty, but that was the one thing that broke me. I held back, and I simply told her I just could not at this time.
I walked away from that June day having learned two valuable lessons. The first is that we are all human, and kind words go a very, very, very long way. It does not matter if those kind words are over Facebook or other social platforms. Or if they are in person. Or via a card in the mail. Everyone needs to hear kind words every now and then -- so I promised never to get too wrapped up in my life that I forget that.
The other lesson I learned was that everyone has a story. It is true. Everyone has a story. It is not up to us to judge if that story is "valid". If that story measures up to our own. Everyone has as story. Accept it and move on. BUT the lesson I truly walked away with was that we can learn from each other's stories, if we have enough space in our hearts. On that June day, I didn't really want to hear anyone else's story. I had too much pain of my own that day -- I did not have any strength left to carry anyone else's. But I tried. And I listened. So, the second promise I made was to be mindful of this in the future.
Our stories define us - for better or worse. I guess the hope is they make us stronger and better people. That might not always be the case, but I sure strive for that every day. I share with you here two organizations that mean the world to me these days. If you are interested in learning more about club feet and other pediatric orthopedic conditions, you may do so here via Texas Scottish Rite Hospital for Children. This is my son's hospital, where his doctors and physical therapists corrected his foot so well, unless you know what to look for, you will never know. I recently read an article about a current University of Arkansas cheerleader who is a patient at TX Scottish Rite Hospital for Children. She is an inspiration, and her story reminds me of how much I love this hospital.
The other is the Children's Craniofacial Association. While our son's craniosynostosis was very mild compared to other children, I still find this association inspirational. They are really working hard to prove that beyond the face is truly a heart.
Social plays a big role in people's lives. I love what these types of organizations are doing over Facebook, Twitter and other platforms. I absolutely love it. It brings families together -- families who are going through similar situations who may have otherwise not found each other. It gives us chance to hear those kind words. And to realize that we are not alone in this great big world.
Please, please share your story that defines you and/or your family. I realize now I have enough room in my heart to learn more J