Mom, When Will You Dance With Me?

Mom, when will you dance with me? Mom, when will you walk with me? When will you stand up? When will you be done being in a wheelchair?

I knew these questions were coming. They were inevitable, I guess. I kind of expected them down the road a little, like maybe when Zula, my daughter, started to attend school and began to notice that other moms weren’t in wheelchairs. But nope. Here she is, 3 years old and starting to ask me daily, multiple times a day, when I would be “done” being in a wheelchair. The pain of these questions hurts my heart more severely than any knife could. Honestly, I didn’t know what I would say when these questions came. I thought I had longer to think about it. So I kind of surprised myself with my answer, not just because of what it did for her, but what it did, and does, for me.

2 comments

  1. christa anderson

    thanks meg. you always up lift me. my daughter in so addicted to drugs….i know heavenly father will help her when she is ready to be helped. arent we so thankful we know the blessings our father has in store and what he will do!?

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