(Posted in Facebook, 2018)
I have a physiological disability. Thanks to a nothing-short-of-a-miracle time in my life, having surgery and physical therapy, the only sign of it left is that I’m a little short. Ok fine, a LOT short 😂 Heck, I love being called Thumbelina or Polly Pocket. 😁
But the pain was still there, it would sneak up unexpectedly, cracks and pops that have become part of my everyday existence, crippled me to nearly immobility during pregnancy and post partum, and as I healed, eventually became invisible to everyone except those closest to me who’ve seen me at my weakest point. I am extremely grateful to my family who were the source of my strength, and now my Muffin Man, whose unlimited patience and love sees me through my worst moments, 24/7. ❤️
But now... God knew I needed to be strong, and He is healing me inside out. I can honestly say I am stronger now than I’ve ever been in all my years even before my boys, and they are now what fuels my desire to keep going strong. Sure, my disability will always be there, and I am keen to be two steps ahead of it. There are days my back aches and my ankles still hurt, but I’m now thankful to think this is actually the norm! You spend a few hours cooking 3 different meals and deal with 3 rambunctious boys and tell me how you feel afterwards 😂 #strongmommagoals #metabolichealth