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Being a mom is never to be taken for granted

Those of you who follow my posts regularly may have noticed that I had taken a hiatus from writing. I prefer to think of this time as a life lesson that I will hold on to forever.

At the beginning of January, I was diagnosed with Pertussis, also known as whooping cough. Although it was not a life-threatening ailment, it certainly became life-altering.

When I was originally diagnosed, my doctor informed me that it could take up to four months before I felt better. I admit to laughing it off, as there is no way anything could keep me down for that long.

Turns out, she wasn’t as crazy as I thought.

Through one of my coughing jags, I managed to knock my jaw out of alignment which led to a whole new world of issues. For the first time ever, I experienced migraines, which ultimately kept me in bed for days at a time.

The solution: Vicodin (we’ll talk about this at a later time).

During this time I slipped into sheer survival mode, barely meeting the basic needs of my children. The laundry piled up, the emails went unanswered, and my house was certainly anything but a well-oiled machine.

My husband was amazing and took on the brunt of everyday life.

Two months later, through the help of my doctor, as well as alternative treatments, I am finally on the upswing.

What I realized during this time is that I really take all of the little things in my life for granted.

I missed my children horribly; the conversations to and from school, the arguments at the dinner table, and the snuggle-time before bed.

I missed being a mom.

For the past two days, I have hung out with my boys in the front yard. We have played basketball, thrown the ball for the dog, and I even learned how to use the new Razor scooter.

If I even gestured toward the front door, my kids would immediately ask, “Where are you going, Mom?”

With a smile on my face I responded, “Absolutely nowhere.”

Sometimes you need to have it all stripped away, to realize how fortunate you truly are.

My children are a gift. My time with them is a gift. Being a mom is a gift.

And for this, I am eternally grateful.

 

Deborah Zupancic
Deborah Zupancic of Bloomfield Hills is a freelance writer and blogger in the Metro-Detroit area. She is the wife of (16) years to Jeff and the mother of three boys, Jacob (15), Nicholas (12) and Andrew (8). Deborah is passionate about parenting and helping new mothers understand that it truly is the hardest job on earth and that they are not alone on their journey. She recently published her first gift book entitled "You're Going to be a Grandma," which celebrates the true essence of becoming a Grandma. http://bit.ly/TheGrandmaGiftBook

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