Sitting on a park bench watching the children run and play, squealing with laughter and not having a care in the world. Swinging on swings, sliding down the curly slides with hair out straight because of static cling. Yelling for friends to come and join you and running from structure to structure. Seeing even the youngest ones sitting in the "baby swings" with a smile on their face and their legs kicking back and forth.
When you are sitting and watching them play, your not sitting there wondering about where they will be in 20 years. Your not worried about their future or even if they will graduate from High School. These things never come to mind of a parent with young healthy kids. Times are easy and you just want to enjoy the moment you are in watching your child being a kid.
When my DD #2 was about 7 years old, I started seeing that she was a dare devil, she liked doing high adrenalin things. She was a handful from time to time but I always felt it was just a little bit of ADHD but it was manageable, for the time being. She had always been a very active child, right from birth and it just became more prevalent as time went on. It wasn't until my children hit puberty did the issues really show their ugly faces.
Once my DD #1 and #2 hit puberty, it was as if I walked though a doorway that closed and locked upon entry. Why did they change so much? Was it nature or nurture? Can I do anything to stop this from occurring again? Could have I prevented MI from touching our family? Will they ever be able to have a "normal life"? These questions plague my mind and yet they have no real, tride and true answers.
We can never revisit the pre-pubescent days before MI no matter how much I yearn for it. I can sit here looking at the pictures from happier days or I can try to make some new memories during the times of stability. Cherish the times when their faces are smiling and laughter fills the air. Until the day when God heals my DD's from their MI, I will hold onto His promises of better days.
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