I am Jennifer. I am a wife. I am the mother of three children. I am a person who has experienced great tragedy. I am raising a child with cerebral palsy… a child who was once healthy.
I am living my choice… to see the abundance that God places around me despite what I have been through. Each day, I look for the beauty and the blessings that my son has come here to teach…even though he cannot speak he IS a teacher. I admire the beauty of this life… this gift that we have all been given.
I love community. I love friendships. I love the people in my life. I love to be creative. I love moments. and stillness. I love looking for the beauty in people and creation.
I like to be healthy. It makes me feel good to fuel my body with abundant nutrition. I am tube feeding my son with homemade vegan food.
One of the first lessons that Karsten taught me is that labels have nothing to do with the emotion and the energy behind them. Jennifer. Jenny. Jen. Babe. Mommy…He doesn’t know my name. Or that, if he could… he would call me mommy.
What he knows is love. How I make him feel. Happiness when I walk into the room. Laughter when I do something that is funny. Comfort when I fix something that hurts.
So, without all of those labels that define me…I am me. Just like you. A person, living life, seeking connection, and making sense of it all.
Thank you for visiting
Jennifer~
You are my hero.
Your blog is amazing and I can only hope my wife can find some strength as you have. I know she will she loves our son so so much but she is still in shock that he was a healthy boy that turned this way. G6pd defficeintcy does not help either and although it’s early days I am convinced we have to learn a lot about food labels and ironically how people will label us now we have a “deficient ” son in their eyes not ours. Life is so shallow and as a dad I feel maybe I was before this happened I enjoyed the finer things in life a big house nice cars and many other shallow materialistic pointless gadgets. I have learnt that nothing is more important than health. Nothing matters anymore I do feel useless but in time I hope I am a force for good. My little Spartan is a fighter and so could have died at any time but he fought on, so must we. Your story inspires me so so much you should be proud if the good you do and I thank you for yor kind replies and advice!!! Although never a religious man I find myself seeing the angels in people and speaking to god very often lately who knows one day he may answer me either way I will not ignore him anymore and nor will I ignore ANY disabled person for as long as I live. Thank you again I hope to stay in touch as your story is so touching to the nerve. Michael x