After the field trip I went back to my “normal”. I picked up my little boy and loaded his heavy, “normal”, wheel chair into the back of my van. Then we got home and it was “normal” for me to change my eight year olds diaper. Then feed my sweet little eight year old baby jar food. My normal with him does not include words describing things to me or telling me how much he loves me. It is just the opposite. My normal with Collin is drool, smiles, grunts, tears, and laughter. My “normal” is Regan telling me what he is saying and her describing how she loves her handicapper brother. My “normal” is sleepless nights, early mornings, lots of medication administering, hugs and cuddles, trying to comfort and explain to Regan what is going on, trying to find a balance between giving Regan a fun “normal” childhood despite her limitations because of her sweet brother and his allergy to the sun.
Now, you might be asking why is she going on and on about “normal”? Ok, I will get to my point. Yesterday with all of those sweet little children was amazing! I have to admit though as wonderful as yesterday was going with Collin’s class to the bowling alley and watching their faces as they were able to push a ball down the lane was pretty awesome. You could see such pride and happiness. The smiles on their faces were endless. So, it bring me to my question “What is normal?” Both sets of children had a blast in such different ways. Both sets of children lead VERY different lives. Both sets of children enjoyed every second of something new. So, to answer my question…. I don’t know if there is such a thing as “normal”. I think that there are differences every where we look BUT there are also so many similarities we just need to take the time to find them. I love MY NORMAL! What is your normal?
8 comments:
You're right. I don't think there is such thing as NORMAL. I think your "normal" sounds lovely. Have I told you latley that you're adorable & we pretty much have the same wardrobe. Fun!
I love your thoughts. Each person has their own normal and mine is not the same as anyone elses but I do love despite the struggles at times. Thanks for sharing!
NORMAL! What is normal anyway? I wouldn't trade my crazy normal for anything. Julie, you are an inspiration. Sounds like you had a great time. I love to go on field trips with my boys too. XXOO
Can't wait to see you guys tomarrow. The address is 15100 Cordova in La Mirada. Sacrament is at 9am
My normal... won't be so much.. now that iam moving. I will have to learn to live with my brother and sister in law in their home. I will have to learn a new normal!!!!
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on what's "normal". I don't think there really is a "normal" either, it's just the individuality of each of our lives and how we cope with them. I'm not sure what my "normal" is. I know that what I thought was "normal" changed the moment we found out that Lily had medical difficulties. But, I wouldn't trade what she and her older sister have taught me for my old version of "normal". You are a wonderful example to us all! I'm glad that you were able to go with Regan on her first field trip!
I love looking at your pictures! Especially the black and white ones with a little color!
I forgot to change the google account back to my name, so it was Amy, not Coult who left the message.
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