If you’ve read my blog for a while, then you probably have seen me talk about my mom before. If not, I’ll fill you in. Last year, she suffered two brain aneurysms and almost died.
That was April 23, 2012.
Today, on April 23, 2013, I am overly thankful and seriously blessed to have her in my life. She beat crazy odds-70% of people who suffer brain aneurysms burst don’t even make it to the hospital, let alone survive and recover as though nothing had happened.
Needless to say, my mom is the strongest woman that I know. All 115 pounds of her are tougher than any 210 pound man that I know. She and I have always been extremely close, but watching her fight through that time in her life showed me a whole different side of my mom that I had never known. Every girl deserves a role model in their lives like my mom has been for me.
Watching her work her way through rehabilitation last year as she learned to walk, talk, and take care of herself all over again taught me to be patient and willing when tackling anything in life. It may not be fun and there may be 800 other things you’d rather do, but you have to do what you have to do, and you have to do it well.
She taught me to never give up when timesget tough. While training for my half-marathon, I’ve thought of my mom often. Whenever I get tired, lazy or too hot, I think of her. If she could make it through multiple brain surgeries, a collapsed lung and come out of it as though nothing had changed, I sure as heck can pull it together and finish a run.
She taught me to be selfless and caring. Long before my mom was in the hospital, she taught me to treat everyone with kindness and love even if they are undeserving of it. Even when she was exhausted after hours of rehab a day, she would take the time to talk to me about my day, my life and what was new in my world. I’ve always admired the way she can look at someone undeserving of her kindness and smile, offering her heart-warming smile and warmth.
My mom taught me that you can defy the odds and prove anyone wrong. She did just that, and doctors continue to be stunned by her miraculous recovery. I do believe in miracles, but I think that my mom helped herself along the way. A lifetime of good karma paid off for her on this day last year, and she is too innocent and sweet to believe that that is why. Well, that is why. I strive to be as good of a person, runner, daughter and woman as my mom day in and day out. I sure am glad that I’m sitting here writing this post today, but I never once doubted that she would be here. I love you Mom!
What valuable lessons have you learned from your parents?