I don't remember my parents teaching me how to walk when I was little. I don't remember taking my first steps, but I never will forget how these past few years have taught me how to "walk" in a different way.
When we struggled to get pregnant, month after month I would see that huge "NOT PREGNANT" light flashing at me on the digital First Response test, I wanted to crawl into a hole. We wanted nothing more than to have children. Terry held me hand through every appointment with our fertility specialist. As we walked through those huge glass double doors, I remember Terry telling me "this is just one step that have to overcome to being parents". My husband, My rock....he walked me through everything.
When we found out we were having triplets, I will never forget being scared to death! A close friend told me, "This is obviously the path that God has chosen for you to walk. HE would never lead you astray." She told me the same thing when we lost our third baby girl. Come to think of it....she told me that numerous times during our pregnancy.
When my girls were born and were immediately whisked away from us, I remember thinking that I didn't have one more ounce of energy left. I wasn't strong enough to deal with this. Those first few days, I couldn't find enough energy to pull myself out of the hospital bed. I know I've said this before, but I credit, my Mom for teaching me how to walk again. She forced me to get out of bed and made me realize that I was a stronger person than I ever thought I could be. She showed me how to put one foot in front of the other again when I couldn't do it myself.
As I watch my precious Alexis toddle through our living room, and my darling Addison's strong will as she continues to be determined to walk.....I can't help but reminded of my favorite scripture: