Blog #1

Many of us lived for the day that we would become a mother. So many live for that day and struggle with achieving that goal. My heart goes out to all.

I became a mom at a young age. My first son, Dylan Alan was born when I was a very young 19 years old. I did everything right. I read all the books, ate all the right things, and hoped like any mother that I would deliver a perfect healthy baby. ...and I did.

On February 23, 2001, after almost 20 hours of labor, I gave birth to a most beautiful boy. He was perfect. I knew that I wanted to achieve everything great in this world for him so I could always give him what he needed. Now maybe in another day of writing , I will go into the struggles of being a young, single mom, while working and going to nursing school; but let’s say I think I did what I needed for my son.

Now, I know that everyone can go on and on about how being a mom is tough- and it is!!! But they also go on and on about how wonderful and rewarding it is; and IT IS!!! But let me begin to tell you what no one else says.

No one tells you that every time they hurt, you will hurt one hundred thousands times more. No one tells you that if they are teased, you want to rip that kids' soul from their body for making your child’s soul hurt. No one tells you that every mean comment, every sadness, every sickness, heartbreak, disappointment, and everything they experience, will rip your heart straight from your chest to let someone stomp on it!

This is my first time writing... so I’m a little weary about it. I’m going to make it short and say what is to come.

My oldest son Dylan, at the age of 2 years and 4 months old, was accidentally run over by a riding lawn mower. He was life flighted. I almost lost him. He spent three weeks in the ICU at Memorial Herman Hospital. He almost lost his leg. The pain inside is still as if it happened yesterday- and let me tell you- my amazing and resilient son, he is almost 18 years old.

At age 12, we were in the emergency room in diabetic keto acidosis, being transferred by ambulance to Texas Childrens Hospital; he was diagnosed as a Type 1 Diabetic- something he lives with every day.

This my friends is what they don’t tell you. No mom will say, “Hey! You’re heart will be ripped out and stepped on! You probably don’t know if you will make it.” Friends- you will make it. You will make it for them. So maybe what I haven’t included- you can make it through anything in life if you’re doing it for your child. For they are the life within us. They are our saving grace as parents. Kiss your babies. Tomorrow is not promised for any of us. Make the most of every single moment. Goodnight.