Monthly Archives: April 2015
On what was a sad, confusing and worrisome Thursday, my mom came to visit and shower me with love and understanding in a way that only a mother can.
She brought me this beautiful children’s book.
I have been filled with dozens of ideas lately; some big and some small, but all daunting as I exist within the confines of my illness. With a heart as big as hers, all my mother wants to do is see me smile, lift me up and inspire me to stay strong.
This perfect book is about a boy who one day has an idea. This idea turns out to be a persistent little thing, demanding his attention so it may flourish with his love. The boy worries that others may think his idea is foolish or weird, but he keeps on, as his idea gives him joy and makes him feel more alive. As the boy and his idea become inseparable friends, it becomes so grand that it not only belongs to him, but belongs to the world, and makes it a better place.
As scared as I feel sometimes, I can’t forget my ideas. At this age I don’t worry about what others may think of them; but I do worry about finding the energy and resources to bring them to life. Such “adult” concerns aside, like the boy in this sweet and simple story, I have to let them in and bring me joy.
Thank you, Mom, for loving me, and for gifting me with such precious wisdom just when I needed it most.