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9/22/2016

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So a long time ago, my emotions made a choice on my behalf. They shut down. They shut it all off...

I couldn't really deal with what was going on with me and mine, but even more, I couldn't deal with what was going on around me, outside of my world. It seemed unbearable to process: his seizures, his meds, his plateaued development, so... I didn't. I didn't process anything, really. I stopped thinking about how I felt about all of it.
The shut down was involuntary at first. A wall was starting to be built and then, as it went up, I began to feel better and safer. That's when I made a decision to shut it all the way off. The wall building continued and I became the foreman.
I told myself I was doing it because it was the right thing to do. I wanted to protect myself from enormity of it all so I could then care for those around me. I couldn't be the one to fall apart. I didn't have that luxury. I wanted to protect my friends and family and coworkers from the misguided pain of my true reality. I didn't want to accidentally unload on someone and decapitate the innocent who was just trying to reach out. I didn't want to give people the 30 second 'elevator pitch' of what was going on with my baby, my Luke. Sharing my story while passing in the cereal aisle gives people just enough information to almost be dangerous. Why would I do that, set someone up to be unknowingly hurtful?
I was just protecting everyone else, right?
I had convinced myself that this was the humble and noble thing to do.

But the truth is, I was scared. Or maybe, actually, I was confused. Why wasn't I a wreck? Could I really build a wall tall enough to keep everything out? Who am I, Donald Trump? For a while, I actually just waited for the emotional breakdown to barrel through the wall like The Kool-aid Man. Everyday that the breakdown didn't come, I told myself it may come tomorrow and if it did, no one would fault me for it. But it never did. The magnitude of having a child with a genetic disease never felt unbearable to me because I wasn't feeling much of anything. So where were these emotions going? They had to be going somewhere. The longer I went without breaking down the more fearful I became of the storm gaining momentum. While time is supposed to heal, the longer I was in my world, behind the wall, the more terrified I became of my inability actually to deal with or face this reality. So then, the taller and thicker and stronger my wall became. I didn't breakdown because I physically couldn't.
I am strong because I am numb and go into the world to share my life with the ones I love. I talk to them. They ask how I am and where ya been. I answer. Then I hear my life coming out of my mouth, but it's like I hear it for the first time. As it hits their ears, I see my life on their face. My life, my morning, my afternoon, my night, rolls in like Eeyore and his rain cloud and sucks the color from their face. And then they realize that it is their turn to respond. Their mouth is still open, but nothing comes out.
Most people prepare on the way to sad events. Funerals, for example, have a script we can follow if we draw a blank. We can be sorry. They can be in a better place. Their pain can be over. We can start a meal train and shower them with casseroles. But this.  Sick kids. Chronic, genetic disease. These do not have scripts. There are no safe phrases to fall back on that come easily to your mind.
Before people even try, I throw them a life raft and let them escape safely from the conversation, but, in doing that, I have to lie and say I know in my heart that it will all be okay. You both walk away relieved it is over. Your dismount, however wobbly the landing, had a very high starting score based on difficulty, so you feel it was a relative victory.
It pained me to bring my pain to others. So, I stopped talking and sharing. I didn't know HOW to do it. It was very important for me to be honest, but also, not sound negative or whiny. I couldn't pull that off, so I stopped trying. The wall gets taller. 
But REALLY, also, in full disclosure since now, apparently, this is my diary and not a blog about Luke, I didn't talk and share and reach out because it didn't matter. It didn't matter that you knew someone that once had seizures. I didn't matter that your son didn't talk until he was three. It didn't matter that medical marijuana worked for your co-worker's sister's kid. It didn't matter because, in the end, Luke would still be sick and, for some really jacked up reason, I would be mad at you. So thaaat sucked. Being angry with people for caring about me? For having healthy kids? For trying to understand or relate? So guess what... taller, stronger, wider.
I stopped listening to music. I stopped reading. I stopped checking Facebook. I blocked people who seemed toooo happy. Stupid liars, I thought. And then... one day, He shifted the wind and I woke up from the haze. I missed who I was, but even more, I missed who I was supposed to become when Luke was given to me. And just like that, the big, tall wall came tumbling down like a house of cards. With one small breeze, all the work, all the building, all armor I wore to protect myself, was gone. It was just me. Open. Vulnerable. Exposed. But it was ok. I didn't need any of it anymore. I wasn't afraid.

And here I am, ready to tell my story and ready for my story to be shared. I am ready for people to know that it’s hard. I am ready for people who don’t even know us to keep us in their prayers. I am ready to be ok with sounding negative when it is just too hard to find the silver lining. I am ready to sound selfish when I write an entire blog about myself on my son's website. Luke's story doesn't need to be hoarded or protected. Luke's story is mine and yours to share. He reminds us that Cheerios fix everything and that strep isn't really that bad. He reminds us to laugh and kiss and dance even through the pain. We are all in this together. We are all just trying to figure out how we fit in this life experience. And we all want to know what the heck we are supposed to be doing with ourselves while we are here. No one has it figured out. That is the beauty of it all.  Whether you speak to the Lord above or to the mountains or to the universe, I think we can all agree that we have an expiration date. Our time here is brief. So while the days can be long and the nights even longer, life itself is so short. We do not belong to this world. We are here on a lease. Some of us are just lucky enough to be leasing an angel.
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16 Comments
Brenda
9/24/2016 03:45:19 pm

God sent Luke to the most amazing woman on the planet! Glad the wall is down. Now feel the love! ❤️

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diana
9/25/2016 04:24:39 pm

They always told me it takes someone special to be a parent of a special needs child, guess what,ur t ruely special,

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Lisa
9/24/2016 04:02:47 pm

Just be Stephanie, however and whatever you feel, it's okay to feel those feelings. You have such an insight into humanity, it takes my breath away. Keep sharing. Love you bunches.

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Dorothy Pirrello
9/24/2016 04:04:09 pm

We all are leasing angels, but we don't all know it. You, my dear sweet cousin, are way ahead of most of us! Love you!

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Megan Bliss
9/24/2016 04:59:51 pm

You are the only human I've ever known that could do what you do. I'm amazed by you every day. Good luck this week and remember you have an army of support at home. Love you.

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Pam Lumley
9/24/2016 07:15:29 pm

To me.... You are still that crazy little girl 2 doors down singing out of my sunroof. I wish I understood Gods plan, But I don't. I know you are amazing and God has a reason for blessing Luke with you as his Mom. You come from a strong line of women, you are perfect and don't let anyone tell you different! Love, smile, care and pray. God and You, Got this! 💗 U!

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Kim Carver-Lyninger
9/25/2016 08:11:09 am

I think about you and pray for you all Stephanie. You are truly an amazing writer!! Reading your words really hit home to me in so many ways and I literally cry every time because it's like you are reading my mind. Thank you for sharing everything with us. You are such an amazing mother. Reading your words make me feel less lonely in our crazy worlds. I am sending positive vibes your way!! XOXO

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Mandi
9/25/2016 09:00:47 pm

Praying for you all this week love bug!!!! I love you tons! Xoxo

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Robin
9/26/2016 10:35:53 am

You're amazing. I knew it the day I met you. prayers for you and yours.

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Deanna Watts
9/26/2016 02:38:16 pm

What a beautiful writer you are! Thank you for your truths! And I will lift you and your up to the Lord of Lords!!! Love and prayers to your sweet family!❤️

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Karen
9/26/2016 03:08:34 pm

Stephanie, I was at Fireside today and asked your mom about the family and she told me about your blog. Your writing is amazing! I'm sending prayers for you, Luke and the entire family as you travel to Houston. May God bless you with extra strength! Love to you from Mrs. King!
🙏🏻💞🙏🏻

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Doreen and Gary
9/27/2016 06:35:24 am

We love you and Luke! Our thoughts, hearts, and prayers are always with you. Godspeed for a safe, successful journey to Texas!

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Leslie Turner link
9/28/2016 05:12:28 am

Praying for you, Luke and your family, the doctors and travel, all of it, right now. In an earlier blog you said that faith and fear could not coexist. Now, perhaps, you know they can. Absolutely. So I want to encourage you on such a hard day. It's ok to be afraid; fear is not a sign of weak faith. Joshua stepped forward and conquered giants in the midst of his fear, with God's frequent commands to be strong and courageous, and my prayer and battle cry for you is that your giants will fall at your feet as well. I am sharing your blog and spreading the call for prayer this morning.

PS - you are a gifted writer, thank you for your vulnerability and for sharing your family's journey. You are empowering other moms struggling with similar pain and challenges.

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Gina
9/29/2016 06:35:53 am

Thank you for sharing. Your story will help many others down the road... and that is a beautiful gift to share. God bless you, your family and your precious angel, Luke. ❤️

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Kristin
3/2/2017 09:01:42 pm

I just saw your blog on Facebook. I only knew you for a bit myself but am glad I decided to read more. You are so brace to share your story. Your children are beautiful, just as you are. You see to have such an amazing support system. I'm not good with words really but I hope the best for you and your children. This is a truly beautiful story.

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ninjaessays link
4/14/2020 10:58:04 pm

I want you to know that I appreciate your bravery, Stephanie. Not all people can be strong enough to share their stories of struggles and failures in life because they simply cannot. But you overcome your fear and decided not to mind the judgment of people. What's important to you at this point is the fact that you need to tell your story to be heard; to be an inspiration for others who don't know where else they could go. I really admire brave people like you. There's still hope for everything.

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