A Heartfelt Entry for My Kids & Myself: Memories, Love, and Hope

Welcome to this quaint little nook of the vast digital realm, a space where I unravel the tapestry of my life, my musings, and the intricate journey I navigate while living with Multiple Sclerosis. Today, I embark on a heartfelt endeavor, a tribute to my beloved kids, a time capsule of words for them to uncover one day—a testament to the boundless love and care I hold for them.

Dear children, this blog is more than mere text; it’s a mosaic of our shared experiences—the laughter, the tears, and the myriad moments that weave together the fabric of our lives. Should there come a time when I find myself unable to do certain things, please know it’s not a matter of desire or will; it’s the limitations of my body, no matter how fiercely I wish to defy them. It’s a truth I grapple with, and I hope you can grasp this sentiment as well.

Moreover, this blog serves a dual purpose, acting as a diary to chronicle my symptoms ahead of my next doctor's visit. There are days when clarity eludes me, and like a fleeting whisper, my thoughts slip away—today being one of those instances. Yet, amidst the fog, I find delight in our small victories, the fleeting moments that spark joy.

Take today, for instance! I triumphantly fried bread with cheese—a seemingly simple task, yet it felt like a monumental achievement. My little partner-in-crime assisted me with the garlic cheese dip, and together, we created quite the culinary masterpiece. Admittedly, I had to retreat to my sanctuary of rest multiple times to recuperate; it’s astonishing how swiftly a sizzling pan can drain my vitality, even in a room that’s a cool 66°F. But oh, those fleeting moments spent in the kitchen with you were nothing short of magical.

These shared experiences illuminate the potential benefits an electric wheelchair could bring to my life—easing fatigue, preventing falls, and sparing me from the bruises, scrapes, and the occasional broken hand that accompany them. It’s a thought worth contemplating, a means to carve out a smoother path in this journey.

Sometimes, the original thread of my thoughts may elude me, but I always find a way to share something meaningful in the end. Today, I wanted to immortalize our delightful adventure in crafting that scrumptious cheesy bread. The joy reflected in your eyes as you savored it was the highlight of my day.

So, my cherished children, let each post here stand as a beacon of my unwavering love for you. I treasure every moment we share, and even on the toughest days, your love fuels my spirit, infusing my world with strength and joy. In writing these entries, I strive to preserve our cherished memories and convey just how deeply you mean to me.

With all my love, always.

Mom

Blog readers, as I continue to write, I invite you to reflect on your own stories. What moments have shaped your journey? What memories do you cherish? Life is a beautiful, chaotic symphony, and each of us plays a unique note in the grand composition. Let’s celebrate those notes together! 

So, dear reader, take a moment to pause and consider the rich tapestry of your own experiences. What triumphs have defined you? What challenges have molded your character? In sharing our stories, we create connections and foster understanding. Your narrative is just as significant as mine, and together, we can weave a more vibrant and meaningful collective experience. Let’s embrace the beauty of our shared humanity and honor the melodies that resonate within us all!