At 42, I was helping my son (22) take care of a toddler and baby. He was going through a divorce, going for custody of the boys. He was working constantly trying to feed, clothe, pay bills and make a home for these babies. Many nights he would come by, read to the boys and put them in bed, he had to get up at 4:30am to drive to work, the long drive home put him there so late that most of the time, I had those boys in the bed waiting for him to come and see them. On the weekends he had them at home and took care of them. AT a time when I thought I was through raising my family, I had 2 little ones with me all of the time, I was the cheif cook, bottlewasher, I took them to the DR. when theyw ere sick, the little one suffered with asthma terribly. But we survivied!!Thank God, and many answered prayers later, he is remarried and they have a small child together. My grandbabies now have a mom who loves them and considers them her own. I also had a son in college and living at home, I was a blithering idiot. Seldom having time to do anything for myself and worrying for my oldest son and the direction his life was going. Taking care of these small children day in and day out wore me down. At the time my IBS was in remission, now it controls me and every move and thought I make. It was a very difficult time for my husband and myself, our son needed us and we did everything in our power to help him out.
Now, I look back on it and wonder how I survivied physically, my health has not been the greatest these last 5 years.
I am working on my diet, at least now I know what to eat and what not to eat. I am blessed with a very loving husband and family, they all try their best to help me and cook food that wont hurt me.
Now as I look at myself and think IT IS MY TURN!! I am determined to be the victor over this IBS thing. One way or another, I will.
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Dont tell God how big the storm is, tell the storm how big your God is !!!!
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