A Mother’s Worry

I was ecstatic when I found out I was having a little girl! I imagined dressing her up in cute outfits with matching bows to go with. Then I began to imagine what she would be like, what her personality would be as she got older. I began to see her whole life (in a way) once I found out that Reagan was a girl.

After everything that we went through during Reagan’s first year, I began to worry about what her life would look like as she got older. As a mom, I just want her to be happy and healthy.

As a woman, I worried about everything else.

Will she ever be in a relationship? Will someone be able to look past what’s “wrong” with her and see her for who she is? Will she be asked to school dances, or on dates? Will she get married? Will she be labeled as the weird one? Will she be made fun of at school?

I want Reagan to experience everything!

I want her to be asked out. I want her to be excited and nervous for her first date. I don’t ever want her to doubt herself, or think of herself as less than, or that there is something wrong with her. I want everyone to see what I do when I look at her. Not to see her struggles, or her differences.

My job is to give Reagan the confidence to go into the world and be an amazing person! My job is to let her know that while she might have different struggles than someone else, we all have our own struggles and it doesn’t make you less than someone else. My job is to make sure that when she sees herself, she doesn’t just see what is “wrong” with her. My job is to teach her that she is unique, that she is her own person. Cataracts and Epilepsy are just a part of her story. They are NOT who she is!