The Light Through the Cracks

13 May

Life is not easy. In fact most of the time, it’s pretty damn hard.

We are all dealt certain cards, sometimes as soon as we’re born (like Abby), early in life at 13 months (like Jackson) and sometimes even at the ripe old age of 33.

Yesterday was Abby’s gymnastics/dance program. She’s coming down with a cold and wasn’t feel the best. But she put on her pink leotard, sat for me to do her hair like Rapunzel and my mom to put on a touch of makeup, just to feel special.

Then she added a touch to her touch, and let’s just say she was pretty rosy.

I know she has her deficits and that is the hand she’s been dealt. That’s my brain talking. But it doesn’t make it any less hard to watch her doing her very best, with a huge smile on her face, and knowing everyone is cheering her on because she physically can’t perform as well as the other girls.

Boy, do I love that little girl with my whole broken heart.

But life, though hard, is beautiful. Sometimes the beauty is a light that is only shining through the cracks, but it’s there if you look for it.

Just when I felt myself getting the proud-no-matter-what steel you develop as a momma bear to a special needs kid…it’s what helps you keep it together during these moments…the light came through the crack.

It was so bright and lovely that I gasped.

That’s MY GIRL, guys. My beautiful and bright, inside and out, girl.





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