Surgery, the days after...

Well it has been seven days since my surgery and I feel good enough to write a short little story.  My Mom left today and I cried like I was ten.  What is it about always wanting your mom when you are feeling down?  She was a tremendous help while she was here, more than I think I could express to her.  She took care of the kids, the house and taught me how to be self sufficient for when she left.  I guess that part of motherhood never changes, you always have to teach  your kids how to be self sufficient no mater how old.  I am truly blessed by having a mother who has, how do you say it, "cut the cord" and shown me I have two feet that are quite able to hold me.  At a time when it is  a struggle to get dressed on my own,  it seems that all you need is an encouraging word from your mom and it makes everything seem like it is doable and I can handle it.  Nobody could prepare me for the despair that you feel when you can do absolutely nothing and the little thing that would normally take 10 seconds takes minutes of planning and even more minutes to execute.  For a mom to be laid up is more of a struggle emotionally than physically.  God gave me a body that will heal, but it is the recognition that I am not supermom and the world still turns without me not doing my everyday things.  The stuff I enjoy doing being a wife and a mother that can not physically be done.  I would trade anyone right now where they are to be able to scrub the bathrooms, carry a cup of coffee, even tucking my kids into bed.  I am grateful God allowed my ACL to be ripped to shreds because I have a new found love of my role as a wife and a mother.  There is my good in ALL things...