Remind Me Again

Blogging Friends.... Rose stories shall come. I promise!! For I have been experiencing some very intense writing withdrawals these past three days!! Must. Write. Now!! But, meanwhile, I've also been riding some mood swings lately--and battling them like the fighter that I am--sans any chocolate binges!! I wrote this in my private Word Document journal/diary on Monday, September 16th. I thought I'd share it with you. Right now, I am okay. Hence the fact that I'm "riding some mood swings".      

 

"Remind Me Again"

 

"Minuscule is good! Trust me, it's much better than thinking everything you do is important and meaningful. That is not good." --Robert Downey Jr.

 

Remind me again that minuscule is good. Minuscule is good!! Remind me again that I do not need to attend college classes for something huge like a doctor's career? Because minuscule is good!! Remind me again that I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words on paper, and that's enough? Minuscule is good!! Remind me again that motherhood will not complete me, and magically bring contentment? Minuscule is good!! Remind me again that "You fail only if you stop writing", thus according to Ray Bradbury, and I seldom ever go one day sans writing? Minuscule is good!! Remind me again that rescuing my Beautifully Unique adult Mystery Dog, Rose, three years ago this Saturday, September 21st from a local shelter feels wonderful? Minuscule is good!! Remind me again that encouraging Blogger Moms {Plus one Dad!!} who have had kids either born with craniosynostis or congenital diaphragmatic hernia--my birth defects--is important and meaningful, yet minuscule? Because. Minuscule is good!! Remind me again. Minuscule is good!! I suffer from premature short-term memory loss. Sometimes I need reminded. So. Remind me again. Minuscule is good!!

 

And then. Because that favorite Tony Stark line of mine from "The Avengers" was feeling left out {It was my first influential Robert Downey Jr.-related mantra, after all!!} I wrote this on Thursday, September 19th.

"You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. This--stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a... terrible privilege." --Tony Stark/Iron Man

 

Remind me again that  "It's a... terrible privilege.". My entire existence is. It's a terrible privilege!! Remind me again that 1 out of 2,000 babies are born with craniosynostosis, and I fell among that statistic. It's a... terrible privilege!! Remind me again that craniosynostosis mostly occurs to boys, and I am female. It's a... terrible privilege!! Remind me again that approximately 1,600 babies are born each year with congenital diaphragmatic hernia, and I fell among that statistic. It's a... terrible privilege!! Remind me again that 10% of babies born with C.D.H. have it on the right side, and I fell among that statistic. {I think!!} It's a... terrible privilege!! Remind me again that 1 out of every 2,500 live births are affected by C.D.H. in the United States and I fell among that statistic. It's a... terrible privilege!! Remind me again that only 50% of children born with C.D.H. survive. And I am that. A nearly 30-year old survivor. It's a... terrible privilege!! Remind me again that one to three in 1,000 people worldwide are affected by Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome. It's a... terrible privilege!! Remind me again. It's a... terrible privilege!! I suffer from premature short-term memory loss. Sometimes I need reminded. So. Remind me again. It's a... TERRIBLE privilege!!

 

I'm a child of God. "I am fearfully and wonderfully made.". {Psalms 139:14}. Remind me again.