Inspiration

Inspiration:  the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions.  I have an inspiration, and he is living under my roof.  This inspiration is my son, Shaun.

Shaun and I were both in a serious car accident when he was 6-years old.  Thank goodness I took the brunt of the accident.  This accident is why I have a Frankenfoot:  a plate and 13 screws. 

Physical therapy was a nightmare.  I had developed RSD (reflex sympathetic dystrophy), which is a neurological condition that affects the skin, muscles, joints and bones.  Just a touch to my foot and I would nearly jump out of my skin.  There were plenty of tears during the course of my therapy.  To this day, my right foot is cold and does not like to be touched.

Who was my source of inspiration?  My son.  I remember people coming up to me during therapy and saying, “How do you do it?  Therapy hurts!”  My response, “I have a 6-year old son, and I am not about to let this bump in the road stop me from doing anything and everything with him.”

There have been many bumps in the road I have had to endure….the numerous surgeries, cancer, autoimmune issues but who continues to inspire?  My son.  Nobody could take better care of him than me, his mother.

Shaun pushes me, even though he doesn’t know it.  He keeps me grounded and inspires me.  He asks for my opinion with his music, and in doing so makes me want to continue with what I love to do….write. 

Growing up was difficult for me because I never felt good enough.  Never thought I was smart enough.  Those insecurities follow me to this day.   Having an inspiration has helped me.  I never thought an inspiration could be my own child.  However, it makes sense…he is my own flesh and blood.  His inspiration runs through my blood and in turn, I believe runs through his blood.