Independent motion – can you help?


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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

What would you give to make a dream come true if you woke to find yourself living a nightmare?

What would you feel if you could never again walk on a beach? Or go out alone in the snow…feel the stillness of a wood or cross a field?

And then, you found a way…

In 2009, my son was a successful young man with a bright future… until he was stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack and left for dead in an alley.

He was found almost immediately by passers-by who saved his life. By the time we arrived at the hospital, Nick was being prepared for emergency brain surgery. We were allowed to see him, for a few minutes, to say goodbye. He was not expected to survive…


Over the past couple of years, many in the blogging community have come to know my son and know…

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Marriage Blessing


My heart is filled with love for my youngest son on this, his wedding weekend.  It spills with joy to know that soon, he will clasp the delicate hands of his beautiful bride to recite hand-written vows in blue on white.  Holding her small in the large of his own, loving glances will dart until magic words are said.  “I Do.”

Not long ago, I penned of him, praying God would bring answers to questions of a life drifting here and there.  A mother knows when her son struggles to find that certain something http://wp.me/p41md8-X9.  So ironic it is to read what I wrote of that day.  How could I possibly know that God’s plan was already in place?

A few days after the above, a new career began for this son of mine.  Even he did not expect his whole life to change…. While in training, his special one caught his eye.  She, so beautiful with pools of blue and hair of gold. Kind too, with a heart and spirit to match my son.  She is good for him and he for her.  A friendship began with love in the air.  Her family became his and hers became ours.  Such a blessing it has been for each and every one of us!

Sure to become teary-eyed while listening to my son’s wedding vows, I could not be more at peace than I am on this day.  He has an enormous gift in his bride together with his new family, one that he waited for until God decided, “It was time.”

May God bless the marriage of my youngest son together with his new wife.  I pray they live with Health, Love, Trust, Fidelity, Friendship and Support for one another as long as they both shall live.

~Amen~

 

My Youngest Son, My Biggest Boy


My youngest son, Justin, picked me up from the airport on Wednesday night.  As soon as I hopped into his toasty car, I kissed him on his warm, rosy cheek.  “So good to see you, Mom,” he said, with a quick arm around my neck.   His face felt smooth to my shivering lips, and oh-so-good.  It had been a long time since I’d seen him back a few weeks before.  How I had missed him!

It was 18 degrees, but Justin was dressed in a hooded yellow sweatshirt with long basketball shorts made of loose grey-colored, jersey.  Not a foot of snow nor the cold bothered him. It never did.  Besides, he had just left the gym.  At six foot-four and just over 200 pounds, he’s my “big” boy.  What does Lady Gaga sing?  “I was born this way.”

I’m always looking up to Justin, this big son of mine.  When I stand next to him I feel a bit elfin.  He doesn’t quite “look” like any other of our family.  If I hadn’t carried him and given birth, I’d surely wonder…is he truly mine? His hair is dark and wavy like the sea, if he let it be.  The color of his skin is olive, slightly kissed by the sun.  But, by far his best feature are his eyes.  Mesmerizing, like something seen in a movie or illustrated in a children’s picture book.  An artist would have trouble capturing their likeness with the tip of brush stroke, they are so unique.  The color of peacock water, I dare to think.

Justin begins a new job next week, one that he is positively excited for.  I am so happy for him.  I have my hopes.  He is extremely smart, above the average by far.  He skipped eighth grade, graduated from high school and went on to get his private university degree in three years.  So rare, he was the first student to ever do so at the time!  Still, he’s had trouble finding his niche.  He’s been searching for something, I think.  I’m hoping this is it! He’s highly creative, a bit of a dreamer, like his mother.  Yet he’s smart, too, like his father.  The best of both worlds….Harder to make choices in life, it seems….

The most important thing to me has always been for my son to have a life of good health and happiness.  I’ve told him this through tears and hugs and tenderness.  As a mother, this is all I’ve ever wanted for him.  From his very first breath of life’s air until today and forevermore.  If he should receive these gifts, I will be at peace.  Bring him love together with the above and my soul will sing with joy.

I’ve prayed to God so many times…..  I’ll pray again tonight and tomorrow and the next day after that.  He is a man….my youngest son, by biggest boy.