Wednesday May 3

I was struck by a wave of gratitude during my physical therapy session today. I am sure I won’t do justice to the feeling I had, but that won’t stop me from trying.

So often, I will get in a conversation with someone, usually my speech therapists, because I spend so much time talking to them each week. Plus I put in just a little more effort when they are over, you know, just because.

My conversations both Tuesday and today feed into gratitude. My conversation yesterday with one speech therapist was about the shirt “Don’t think just walk” I only had my shirt a day or 2, when I showed it to the same speech therapist. When Matt showed her the back of the shirt she noticed that the word Immeasurable was missing some letters.

Needless to say, it was a creator error. Which I fixed right away, completely embarrassed. Because the out-patient physical therapist I had, after coming home, ordered a shirt. Don’t think just walk was something I use to say to myself during hall walking with her.

Thankfully, my 1st outpatient physical therapist ordered her shirt after I had fixed it on the store website. Otherwise, I was going to buy a new correct one.

Thursday May 4

For years, therapists, hospital staff, friends, and family have believed in me. Especially when I didn’t believe in myself. Which was about every day. Initially, I didn’t understand why my days were filled with people I didn’t know, who thought I spoke Greek when I was speaking English like everyone else. Or so I thought.

But to have so many medical professionals believe in you that they would spend money on buying a shirt from a patient they had almost 5 years ago… It really means so much to me. I am, also, so moved by a therapist buying a onesie for their child to wear or a tee shirt for themselves really means so much to me. There aren’t really words for the gratitude that fills my heart.

Tears, oh the tears that come.

Ok, I think I am over the super sappy stuff. I wanted to share a walking video. This was taken yesterday. I was wearing the mis-designed shirt that read Don’t think just walk. You can’t really see because of my “cool people” belt, or gait belt.

When I was at Mary Free Bed, many people wore gait belts to prevent falls. Go figure, it’s a rehabilitation hospital, right? Well, when I didn’t really understand the extent of my injuries, I would see people everywhere wearing these belts. I thought I was so uncool in my healing brain because I had to ride in a wheelchair. I didn’t get that my brain and legs wouldn’t work nicely together to even hold me up let alone walk.

So, all the walking people became the cool people and you could tell who they were because of the gait belt. So I still continue to call it the cool people belt. Although now, I cannot wait until I can safely walk without it.

There is still so much to do. But I am so very, very thankful to be walking with people who encourage me to not think and just do…

THANK YOU!!! If you have ordered anything from my link, THANK YOU!!! You have helped with our children, cars, needs, and wants. From the bottom of my heart THANK YOU!!! At this moment my heart is full of gratitude. If I am honest with myself, I have spent a lot of time over the last few months being more angry, sad, and blind than I would have liked. Yesterday, the overwhelming need to just share how moved I am by the continued push and nudged, and I am reminded that my forward progress is so dependent on what I am willing to put in.

I know there will be more moments of highs and lows. I currently really like the Tag #faithtowalkinthemiddle so I’m going to include that too. Although it doesn’t match up with this post.

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Sunday May 14

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!! It doesn’t matter to me how you became a mother, or if your babies are human or animal, natural, adopted, spiritual. There are so many ways moms become moms, point is Happy Mom’s day.

So, adding dates to my posts is both encouraging and embarrassing and saddens me. This week as I waited to get the post out about gratitude I was bombarded by situations that me feel like a fraud. I really don’t want to be a fraud, but share my heart. The highs and lows.

Today, I am excited to get this up. (Sorry Melody to add this without letting you do what you do. I love and appreciate you!) Be blessed!