I’ve contemplated whether or not to share updates about my husband’s injury. I mean, this blog was not intended to be all about a recovery, but rather, about life’s lessons, studying human behavior, then learning and growing from it all. Why would people want to read about a man’s two broken feet?
The more I contemplated, the more I realized that the path we are on has lots of lessons to share. With each new day in this crisis, we discover something new about ourselves. For example, we should never sell ourselves short. There are so many things I thought I couldn’t do before this crisis, but now I’m doing them. This isn’t just a lesson for me, but I share it for all. There is a spirit of strength inside all of us.
But I digress, because this blog post is the latest update and lesson on our path.
I know I shared this particular theme before, but it’s always a good reminder. Today’s lesson … gratitude. Let me show you why. Below is a ‘before’ photo.
How ’bout that, eh? In the before photo, he could only wear basketball pants with no underwear. Now, he’s wearing jeans, and yes, underwear too. Not to mention, he finally gets to stand to do something that only a man can stand and do. Wink, wink.
No more “house-arrest” for us. Over the weekend we got out to see a movie. What a treat for both of us. Since all he can do is shuffle for the time being, it was exhausting. By the time we arrived home, both of us collapsed. Without going into detail, it’s difficult for both of us to get him around, but still worth every second.
Remember when I blogged about how impossible it seemed for a man to be over the moon simply to wear underwear? (pun intended) Yet, he shouted, “Yay for underwear!”
Well, who knew a man who has to be asked a million times to take out the trash, could actually be happy to do that again.
I must admit, I’ve gotten frustrated at times with all the extra chores that my husband would’ve helped me with before. But, seeing how happy he is to do such a tedious task, it reminded me to be thankful to have the ability to do those things at all.
Such joy it is to have hands and arms to grasp and lift a trash bag, along with legs and feet to walk the trash out of the house. No more overlooking simple every day bodily functions that propel us forward. We’re grateful for them all.