Having children and coping with migraines can be overwhelming and depressing.  My five year old asks me nearly every morning if I think I will have a bad headache today.  His blue eyes look at me with a degree of pity that I hate seeing in someone so young.  He hurts when I hurt.  I wish I could be the supermom that never gets sick, never cancels a trip to the park because of a headache and is always running around tossing her children merrily in the air.  I am not that sort of supermom.  However, I am a supermom none the less.  While it breaks my heart that my boys already know in life that I am not very well and that our day is suspended by the tiny thread of my health and that it can snap at any moment.  But, I can not help but feel proud of them.  Already they show signs of a deep compassion for people who hurt, and for me when I can not do what they or I want.  It is my hope that if I work hard, my boys will not be badly impacted by my health problems, but will be better men for their sincerity and empathy.  Even in the grips of the worst pain of migraines and other sickness I cling to my belief that nothing can keep me from giving my children the best opportunityto be great people.  Adversity can breed depression and bitterness but given the right angle and determination it can also create a sort of quantum leap in character growth.  My children are already characters, I simply need to help it grow into something wonderful.

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