More Candles

So I have a birthday coming up. I'll be 33. The part of me that still thinks the '90s were ten years ago thinks that this is really old. But in cancer years I think we'd all agree that this is very, very, very young.

Maybe for a year or two birthday drinks were fun. that quickly got old (ha) as I hit the wrong side of my mid-twenties. For a long time I couldn't stand the attention my birthday would bring; every year I felt the pressure of getting older and not having accomplished what I thought I should have by then. And though I adore my family and celebrations with them, I really would've preferred absolute minimal mention of the occasion. I'm weird. I deleted my birthday from Facebook so that I wouldn't get the obligatory messages from people who I only heard from once a year. After a couple years even most of my longtime girlfriends, whose birthdays we've all known since long before Facebook, seemed to lose track of it, and that was fine by me.

Then it became a thing where NOT making a big deal of my birthday became a bigger deal and that was... also weird. I had hoped that Milo might be born really close to my birthday so that his would henceforth forever overshadow mine, but the little Critter came three weeks early and botched that plan. Finally in the last year I felt like I had come to a place where I could be content with just enjoying the love I felt on my birthday, have no expectations for the day, and not let it be a reminder of what I hadn't done yet. I had my family, my precious little boy --my greatest accomplishment-- and looked forward to the handmade cards he would make or goofy little things he would pick out as a birthday present for mommy as he got older.

Then cancer happened.

In fact, it happened on Enrique's birthday; which I will never forget and still wish I could change so that it wouldn't always be something he remembers on his special day.

Now, and for the rest of my life, I'll be coveting my birthdays, collecting and hoarding them and anxiously awaiting the next one while simultaneously willing time to slow down. I'll be constantly looking forward to Milo's next birthday so that I can see him grow and count another year with him, while at the same time clinging to his little-ness. I'll be forever trying to make Enrique's birthdays special in an effort to make up for his 2016 birthday/my diagnosis day.

For the rest of my life, birthdays will mean something more. And I now understand more than ever why they are always worth celebrating, no matter how much I feel like I haven't done enough in the previous 365 days. Sometimes, just making it to another birthday is reason enough to celebrate.

I had an infusion appointment this year on my birthday and I am planning to bring cupcakes to the oncology offices. Their job is to make sure that all of us getting treated are able to celebrate many, many, many, many more birthdays and I can finally say that I am looking forward to each one to come.

Celebrate,

makeover my soul

Name that movie quote.

I needed a change. Or rather, the blog did.

To be honest I really don't know what this little space should be. Or what it will be. I love the idea of it evolving into a legitimate job opportunity, the idea of being able to work from home around Critter's schedule (and my ever-growing list of doctor's appointments) but I'm the worst entrepreneur and wouldn't know where to start to make this into something that could be part or full-time. ANd I still don't know what I really want to write about. I'm not a "Mommy Blog" even though I have so much to say about my first year as a mom. This isn't a blog about breast cancer even though I've been pretty preoccupied by that lately. And it's not a blog about Down syndrome, even though I'm passionate about the community, or about crafting and DIY even though that's probably my only real hobby at this point.

I'm not sure where this is going and I guess that sounds a lot like the rest of my life at this point --- I have a good idea of what I want it to be and I don't know how I'm going to get there. I know a few things for sure --- I enjoy having a place to write and share and appreciate hearing feedback, if anything I write is ever helpful to someone then it's worth any amount of time and effort on my part, and I want this to be a reflection of my best self. So it was time for a bit of change.

"Paint by Number Dreams" to me was about things that were missing, colors needing to be filled in, just an outline that had so much promise but needed to color to be full and vivid. Metaphorically speaking, much of that happened when Milo came into our lives. As cliche as it is, becoming parents made our lives richer and more meaningful (and chaotic and challenging) than we could have imagined; and in particular, finding our footing in the special needs community has offered us so much that we may not have otherwise experienced. Milo is the promise that has been fulfilled and more than I will ever deserve.

"Day by Grace" is a better reflection of where I am now... Most days are good, some are really, really hard; and all of them are made full and possible with grace.

Over the past few years and especially the past few months, I've put my faith in the belief that God has a plan for me and us. I have to, otherwise none of the bad things that happen make any sense. I know many would say that bad things are just part of life because its not fair, but I believe that yes, bad things happen, but they serve some greater purpose or plan. We don't know what that is yet, but that's where the faith part comes in. None of us are perfect of deserving or capable of fully understanding it, but God has woven our lives together and we just have to trust that things will work out the way they're supposed to... 

image via Etsy

I'm not saying I believe that everything that happens is good or for the greater good, sometimes things happen that are just terrible and don't make sense and are beyond my ability to understand --- like a few weeks ago when my heart broke over reading about several other young moms who were diagnosed with cancer during their pregnancies and didn't make it more than a year. What good comes from that we will never know in this lifetime. 

But I do know that grace finds us at our lowest point and helps make it possible to move forward and try again another day. Sometimes that might be a "sign," sometimes it's someone you love offering a shoulder to cry on, maybe it's even giving into our sadness and frustration by binging on comfort food but only for awhile. God works in mysterious ways, right? Grace meets us where we are and leaves us in a better place. 

image via A Holy Experience

So I'm trying to make it day by day, by grace. And I'm trying to be grace for others and recognize it when others are the daily dose of grace in my life. I'm trying to appreciate more and be more present (as I play Raffi songs and hand snacks to Milo asking him to please give me ten minutes to finish this post). Most of all, I'm praying to live with grace and gratitude and to use those in whatever path life is taking me down, so that wherever it leads my heart will be full and I'll be confident in the love that surrounds me.

Full of Grace,