When someone you love and live with has been hurt, it can
really take a minute to heal from that. You
think you get out of your circumstances and everyone will be just fine, but it
just doesn’t work like that. It’s like a
physical wound that has to scab over and then heal. It takes time. I think that is why I am so anxious for
summer this year, because I feel like it will take that whole 9 weeks for us to
relax and regroup and yes, to heal. I
mean, some days I feel like I am trying to love my daughter so hard that all her
brokenness will stick back together.
Throughout everything, and there were a lot of things, my
lowest point was when my daughter couldn’t sing. She has a beautiful gift from God…an amazing
voice. And at some point in all of this,
I am sure that she felt like that was all she had left. I will never forget the day of her voice
lessons when she just had nothing. She
was exhausted from not sleeping and she was completely stressed out. And we kind of felt like "Now what's left?". I promised her she
would heal, we would all heal, and things would get better.
There are much worse things that people go
through in life, such as families splitting apart or dealing with a serious
illness or losing loved ones. And those
people heal too. It might take a little
longer and in some instances, you never completely heal. There will always be a whole in your heart
where that person was, or where your family was whole. And most always, you have scars left. Many times, these experiences make you a
better person. More compassionate. More empathetic. My daughter was already a very kind-hearted person. But I know now that for the rest of her life,
she will build others up because she knows what it’s like to be torn down. I know that she will be a champion for the
underdog. And I know that she is
stronger and braver already at age 13 than I ever realized.
Several weeks ago, you may remember, she had the flu. Well, the flu doesn’t do much for your voice. Today she had a voice recital. The last couple of weeks have been a struggle
with trying to get her voice to recover from the flu. She was supposed to perform two songs. I suggested she ditch one of them. She wouldn’t have it. She forged on and worked and worked and I
prayed and prayed. This was so important
to her and to me. Not because it was
some professional debut. Not because she
was supposed to be perfect. Because it
represents something. It’s her
gift. It’s something that we thought
couldn’t be taken away. And then it kind
of was. Her gift, being back and fully
intact, represents her healing. It represents
her moving forward. And it represents
something she can give to the world. That
beautiful gift that touches my heart and, I hope, the heart of others, who hear
it. It represents her ability to rise
above it all.
And like a phoenix, she rose from the ashes. Today I saw her whole again. Surrounded by the people who love her the most
and listening to her sing, my heart healed just a little bit. When she sings, I see all that is beautiful
and perfect about her. And I know that
we will get through this. Healed, but always touched by it, and made a little
different by the experience. And we will
take the powerful lessons learned and know that with God and our love for each
other, no one can make us broken. Not
for long.
Now, if you will indulge me and forgive me for a braggy,
proud momma post, I would like to share one of her songs with you.
"On My Own"