A few months ago when I was in London, I had a chance to catch up with a dear friend who has had her fair share of struggles. Over tapas and red wine, we talked about how life can be both beautiful and brutal at the same time. Hence, the word ‘brutiful’. I can’t take credit for this word. Another mommy blogger came up with it. But wow – so fitting. And so true.
The past few years, and especially months have been both of these things – beautiful and brutal. Every day I watch my sweet Lily and am amazed at how loving and kind and sweet and smart and resilient she is. And then I get bogged down with her diagnosis – the seizures (she had her very first seizure last week), the fears of when/if other Rett monster symptoms will poke its head out, the struggles she has to deal with on a daily basis. It is brutal. And it knocks the wind right out of me.
But then I look at my little girl and shake myself out of my gloom and remind myself that she has so much potential. And she is perfect. Just as she is.
I have been accused of being overly optimistic about my sweet angel. But this is not the case. I am well aware of the gravity of this diagnosis. But I refuse to live my life in a state of brutality. I choose to focus on the hope, the potential, the beauty.
This is a beautiful and poignant post.
atta girl Christine!! Be positive and optimistic and enjoy all the ” bruty” that is Lily!!!!
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Just reading all your more recent posts. You are a shining star Christine. Loved seeing you. More soon I hope. Brutiful indeed.