Organized by: Paige Homan
The Hardest Job.
I knew growing up that I wanted to be a Mom. I thought I knew what being a Mom was about : fevers , getting sick , cuts and scrapes , shots, nightmares , sibling rivalry , the T.V. remote battles , sports , first crush , first kiss , first dance , curfew battles, spills , laundry (which is never ending) , losing a tooth , school projects, messes , laughter , movie nights , pranks...getting a drivers license, cooking or learning to cook , trying to teach your kids that duct tape was not invented to "tie" up your brother or sister , building forts out of the couch cushions , blankets and pillows , going grocery shopping with the kids and spending way over your budget from all the extra stuff they keep putting in the cart cause they have to have it , the learning to ride a bike, the comforting hugs from a Mom when you fall and scrape a knee and knowing that when Mom puts on a Band-Aid it always feels better.
Well my son Jayce has been in a motorcycle accident on Oct, 24, 2015... ( I will never forget that date ) .There is some progress that's good but it's very slow . As he started to wake he started to realize where he is and we explain to him what happen. We got some devastating news as he will be there until after Christmas... ( I thought I was tough) but he starts to look at himself and realize that he has lost 20-30 lbs and starts to feel bones around his face, arms ,ribs. Everything starts to hurt , he really wants to eat anything and not what is in an IV drip. He starts to cry wondering why someone has ruined his life and that he wants to go home. As a Mom you look around for some place to touch that isn't bandaged , stitched , stapled or broken you find a small patch on his upper arm and you place your hand there and listen and cry and wonder how do you comfort , you say I love you through the tears , you touch his head and say it will get better and that is when I realized that that was all I could do..... No hugs , no band-aids , no comforting blanket , no anything. I feel lost and mad cause I could always make someone even my kids feel better and it didn't matter what I said or where I touched that all I could do was just sit there and cry with him. I hate the feeling of being helpless , he will be in a wheelchair for a while and will have to have a lot of rehab and knowing this only makes more tears. The hardest part of being a MOM was realizing I can't fix it all that sometimes you have to find a spot to touch and just cry. Please share our link if you haven't and if you have donated it truly means the world to my family.