Thursday, August 9, 2012


Since before Mr Boy's birth, I'm been limiting his potential with my thoughts. Throughout Mr Boy's life, I have preferred to expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised by the outcome instead of hope for the best, and be painfully disappointed when the truth comes around. There is still just so much we don't know About Mr Boy's future or the way his organs/spine/ligaments will choose to behave... but one thing I have recently decided is that we will not let any of it limit anything or any goal for which Mr Boy chooses to aim.

You are probably thinking, "well duh," haha, but it hasn't been that easy these past 2 years. There is something strangely comforting about self-pity and whenever I would see healthy kiddos living life to the extreme. I'd think... well Mr Boy will not get to do that, or that, or this, or that thing they are doing over there.... In fact, David and I already determined Mr Boy will be a musician because we figured he probably wouldn't be in contact sports, or anything involving running, swimming, etc... How silly is that??

Watching 10 minutes from a re-run of the movie Soul Surfer, and just about crying my eyes out, is what kinda wrenched me from my negativity and into reality. If you don't know the movie, its about Bethany Hamilton, the young surfer who lost her arm to a shark and still surfs professionally. It was like the cloud of pity was lifted and for the first time I could see plainly that Mr Boy could seriously do anything in the world he wants to do and David and I will do anything in our power to help him accomplish any goal.

Then this week after watching the Olympian, Oscar Pistorius (who has no legs below the knee) and hearing about his mother who spurred him on to greatness, i was exposed for the complete ninny I have been. When the olympian's brother went outside and climbed a tree, his mom didn't say, "here's a cookie, I'll turn on the tv and pull up a chair for you." She said, "get out there and climb with him." She is my hero. I complicate things when I try so hard to protect and shelter Mr Boy, not wanting to push him too hard... but the things I am afraid of are silly and most of the limits Mr Boy has were created by me and my own fears, not actual physical limits.

So now it's out there... I've said it and if you are to this point of the post, you've read it too, so you can hold me accountable. :) Yeah, we'll still start Mr Boy in music classes, but not out of fear, just because it will be fun and good for him.  Whew, it feels better to get that cloud of pity and negativity out of our house. I pray all the time that I will be a good mother to Mr BOy and I am so thankful that I learned this lesson before I my false limits affected him. Thank you Lord!

1 comment:

  1. Kassy, I too was deeply touched watching Oscar Pistorius. Kelly and I were discussing him, and we said that he is touching an untold number of lives, and your post was proof of that. It's like the saying "water seeks its own level" - Asher should be allowed to push for his own "personal best". There will be disappointments along the way (as there are for all of us), but even the failures throughout life are stepping stones to where we are ultimately supposed to be (now I'm speaking from a personal point of view). We often have to go through the valley before we can reach the mountain top, and it will be no different for Asher. I'm so glad God spoke to you through the experiences of these two incredible athletes - and that you listened. I love you!