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January 11, 2010


Tania - Chicky Chicky Baby

There's that old saying "We're never given more than what we can handle." I don't care where that "more" comes from - God, fate, luck, what have you - but I do believe it to be true. But I've also found sometimes we go through our lives like nothing can touch us and when something does... is it too late to look back and give thanks for what we had or do we adjust and be even more thankful for what we've been given?

I don't have the answer for that, by the way.

And that's as much waxing philosophical as my day can take. This was beautifully written! Thanks so much for sharing this.


I too have experienced that. First - the same situation as you - Einey was sedated at two to remove something lodged in her nose - took about two minutes, but then about 40 minutes until she came to (despite being told it would only take about 20 minutes) And then her inability to walk and the slurred speech.

Still not as scary as when Meenie was sick - losing first her motor skills and then some of her speech. I can't even begin to tell you what that is like to watch. And then later, after she was cured, to watch the slow reemergence of her old skills, to see her frustrated in not being able to do what she normally could.

As parents, we never know what we can handle until it's given to us.

My girls are all really close in age and I can't tell you how many times I heard "I don't know how you did it". When put in that situation, there wasn't anyway we COULDN'T do it. It was what life handed us, planned or not, and we had to do it, had to make it work. It wasn't something we could try and then give up on if it didn't work. We had to make it work. But thinking about it, yeah I don't think I could have planned for it.

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