I was over at Kathryn's blog yesterday....seeing what she was up to, and she'd posted a beautiful video about a boy who is recovering from autism. His name is Edward.
Then, I was perusing Pat Wood's blog. She wrote the wonderful novel Lottery. Have you read it? It's fantastic. Anyway....there was a post about a little girl named Ella. To die for!
Two very different kids.
Each stunningly brave in their own way.
One lives in a world that is "too much" for him.
One climbs to the top of the wind.
May each inspire you today to do something brave.
Love.
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OMG, OMG, OMG....
See, I used to be like Ella. Absolutely fearless.
And then life happened and knocked me flat on my butt, pushed me down in the deepest darkest pits of hell more times than I care to admit...
And I got cautious, I got guarded. I started to worry about what others might say and what others might think...
And I decided that I should become 'the good girl, the quiet girl, the girl that never makes a fuss'..
Then, what happened to little Edward, happened to my oldest child.... and while I was trying to figure out the what and why, my youngest started HIS entry into "bloated belly land"...
And somewhere in all of this, I found my inner Ella voice back. I am no longer 'the good girl, the quiet girl, the girl that never makes a fuss'....
Am I fearless again? No. I will never be fearless again; in fact the past few days I've been almost overwhelmed by my fears and worries...
But because my two boys are so very very brave, and because I've come to care very deeply for several other brave little souls, I am finding the strength to be brave and brazen again, because they need me to be...
Thanks so much for posting these two portraits.. They may have been just the kick in the you-know-what I needed to get out of my funk.
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