I have just celebrated Mother’s Day with my two wonderful sons after 19 years since my brain injury was discovered. It was a perfect day – nothing like the day I finally admitted to myself that I had a brain injury after months of denial.
I remember it like it was yesterday. My oldest son had already started college. I was to help the younger one study for a test he was having the next day. He handed me a list of questions that he wanted me to ask him. I stared at the page, but something was wrong. I COULD NOT READ IT!
With tears in my eyes and a look of panic on my face, I handed him the page and told him he would have to get his Dad to ask the questions because I could not read it. He could see how upset I was, so he commented that the reason I couldn’t read it was probably because of his penmanship. Of course, that was not the case at all as was pointed out in Brain Injury Survivor's Guide.
My boys have been super supportive throughout the past 19 years. Everyday is Mother’s Day for me.
I remember it like it was yesterday. My oldest son had already started college. I was to help the younger one study for a test he was having the next day. He handed me a list of questions that he wanted me to ask him. I stared at the page, but something was wrong. I COULD NOT READ IT!
With tears in my eyes and a look of panic on my face, I handed him the page and told him he would have to get his Dad to ask the questions because I could not read it. He could see how upset I was, so he commented that the reason I couldn’t read it was probably because of his penmanship. Of course, that was not the case at all as was pointed out in Brain Injury Survivor's Guide.
My boys have been super supportive throughout the past 19 years. Everyday is Mother’s Day for me.
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