I am home from the hospital recovering from surgery and I am not a very good patient. I whine, cry, moan and throw little fits.
In my defense, I am allergic to most pain medications. They make me so nauseous and dizzy I simply can’t take them. I’ve been dealing with recovering from a major surgery while on Tylenol. So, I think it’s safe to say others in my shoes may be as whiny as I. Or not.
On Saturday I was particularly blue. Very discouraged. Tired of feeling so badly. I was crying a lot. So Mr. Himself thought it was a good time to cheer me up with the gift the twins made for me at vocational school. Isn’t it gorgeous?
It’s made from 100-year-old barn wood.
I never dreamed my boys would be able to do such a thing. Of course, they had a lot of help and guidance from their shop teacher, but still. This table is an enormous symbol.
- A symbol of how far they’ve come
- A symbol of how much favor they find with teachers
- A symbol of their undying, loyal, faithful love for family
- A symbol of taking something scarred and making it beautiful.
This table will never leave me. Until the day I die, this is my Christmas table.
Young moms with autism out there — never stop hoping and dreaming. The twins have gone from severe to mild with a ton of work and a lot of help from others.
I am very grateful to the Lord for these beautiful boys. So very grateful to be their Mom.