I am in awe and will forever be in awe of the resilience of children.
Their NORMAL is the only one they know.
I feel guilt about my seizures but know that it is also a blessing for my children in a way for what it can teach them.
My youngest is now 3.
He has only known Mommy to have "twitchies" as my children like to call them. I always thought they were simple partials but lately I wonder...
Just tonight I was tired and was waiting for my son to choose his bedtime stories and I was patiently waiting and looking at the floor and he noticed and walked over and said "Mommy?" and grabbed my chin. And I looked up and said "Yes?" And he laughed and said "Just checking!"
So sad. Did he think a seizure was about to happen? Am I having complex seizures without knowing? Who knows. It is just one of those things that our children have to deal with. I must think of it as a blessing. Life is a blessing. My children have me. I adore them and they adore me and the moments we share are the gifts we treasure. The seizures are not the only way they will remember me. Hey, and me not being able to drive is a great way to teach them about public transportation. Life is serious enough for me to not take things seriously!
Their NORMAL is the only one they know.
I feel guilt about my seizures but know that it is also a blessing for my children in a way for what it can teach them.
My youngest is now 3.
He has only known Mommy to have "twitchies" as my children like to call them. I always thought they were simple partials but lately I wonder...
Just tonight I was tired and was waiting for my son to choose his bedtime stories and I was patiently waiting and looking at the floor and he noticed and walked over and said "Mommy?" and grabbed my chin. And I looked up and said "Yes?" And he laughed and said "Just checking!"
So sad. Did he think a seizure was about to happen? Am I having complex seizures without knowing? Who knows. It is just one of those things that our children have to deal with. I must think of it as a blessing. Life is a blessing. My children have me. I adore them and they adore me and the moments we share are the gifts we treasure. The seizures are not the only way they will remember me. Hey, and me not being able to drive is a great way to teach them about public transportation. Life is serious enough for me to not take things seriously!
