There are many things I have not experienced in life. They are both good and bad. I do think that with each new life experience a piece of me has the chance to grow or be bitter about life.
This week was full of challenges. Aislinn's sleep pattern was off again. Seizures and muscle spasms were more frequent and painful. Mother Nature sprinkled record snow fall (18 inches) in my town which caused reduced nursing and brought in the loving support of my neighbors. In my time of need, different neighbors aided in transportation to and from the airport. Collectively, this is a whole day favor for me. Another neighbor shoveled my driveway and ramp in the event Aislinn required emergency medical attention. I was reduced to tears wondering how to repay these acts of kindness.
My biggest supporters were sailing the seas. Aislinn's sister and daddy were off on an adventure on a Disney Cruise. There was a year of careful planning, prayers for no hospital stays, hoarding time off from work, and two year's of saving to make the Disney Cruise possible. The videos, pictures, and texts came in over seas unveiling a fabulous time on the ship. No doubt it was living up to its slogan of being "the happiest place on earth". Look for yourself....
Modern technology offered encouragement that helped me make it through the days and nights alone. I began to chant to myself "I think I can, I think I can."
I really feel this week was a rare chance to see a different part of life. A life where it would be me and Aislinn against this world. A test of my strength. Aislinn had no worries in my abilities. In the end, she was just happy to have me for herself and to sport her new shirt from the Bahamas!
I know I grew out of the experience. It enriched my life. How couldn't I?
It brought to light the scary what ifs, a close encounter of my worst fears, and HAPPY memories belonging to a trip of a lifetime.
I have a new personal hero due to my recent experience. This hero faces similar challenges every day seemingly without effort.
I have a new personal hero due to my recent experience. This hero faces similar challenges every day seemingly without effort.
Who is this hero I speak of? This hero is cloaked in humble clothing, an endless well of love and strenghth . My forever hero is...the single parent of a special needs child.
Much love,
Michelle D. Voss-Shelley
(Mom to nine year old Aislinn with a GRIN1 mutation)
(butterflyicebaby@gmail.com)


















