How did you meet me?

Did you meet me many years ago, a child innocent and free, more interested in dolls and card games than school, influenced by the beliefs of my parents more than the media, eating food that others made me without thinking of the cost or how it was cooked? Had you met me then you would have known a very different person to who I am now. The innocence of childhood is long gone now.

IMG_1323Did you meet me in high school, a teenager preoccupied with my puppy fat and how to avoid being bullied? When it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders as I struggled with French homework that made no sense and tried to remember the periodic table of elements. A time when friendship was someone to stand beside at break time, when my view of life became tainted by smokers in the school toilets and the pressure of exams made me cry. The confusion of my teenage years is long gone.

Did you meet me at university, a naive student who had yet to taste alcohol or party right through the night? The novelty of living alone soon forgotten when the loneliness and homesickness set in every night. When a determination first set in to achieve and my views of child development were rose tinted and way more fantasy than reality. When I let my world fall around me as the first person to ever call me a failure spoke into my life. Had you known me then you would have met an insecure and way too innocent student ill prepared for the reality of a full time career in teaching.

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 Did you meet me when I first fell in love, a believer in happy ever after, dreamer of happy families? When I consumed myself with wedding planning and being with my lover more than anything else because life suddenly seemed amazing, and bright and exciting again after the failure of university. Did you perhaps watch me walking down that aisle full of hope and love and a belief that together with my new husband life would be everything we wanted and more? It takes so much work to keep that spark, excitement and fire going. But the depth of love has not gone cold. I pray it never will.

Did you know me through those wilderness years of bitter disappointment, early pregnancy loss and grief of infertility, when darkness could overshadow me so suddenly I felt like I was being devoured? You may have met someone so negative at times, so consumed with their own pain it was difficult to see the hurt in others, someone so emotional and yet appearing cold in order to protect my heart from pain. Someone trained in child care yet avoiding anywhere children could be found. Someone who worked four and five jobs just to keep busy so as not to face the uncertainty of life. The pain of those years and the volume of tears may have subsided but the lessons learnt run deep inside my heart.

Did you meet me during the exhilaration and thrill of the birth of my babies when I wanted to scream my story out to the entire world and explode from happiness? Did you send me a card or buy a gift for my children? Or at some point on my journey shared with me as you bore children at the same time, experienced teething in your children as I did in mine or liked my children’s photos on social media? There is nothing more bonding for woman than sharing experiences of their children. I may have bored you with stories of their funny faces, silly antics and baby smiles. The beauty of those years will live long in my mind.

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Did you meet me through the agony and pain of realising my children where different, of never ending appointments and devastating diagnosis? Have you journeyed with me through autism, neurofibromatosis, vision impairment, faith, sleepless nights, developmental diagnosis and fighting the system? A mother so emotional yet determined, so overwhelmed yet so focused, needing to learn but struggling to cope. Have I poured out my heart to you in person or online craving that knowledge that someone somewhere cares and has been here before to show me the way? Have you seen me tell someone else it will ‘be OK’ and you wondered where or how I can find that confidence from?

My heart has been changed now. Compassion has taken over. Where there was once judgement there is now empathy for others. Where there was selfishness there is love. I am not the child, teenager, student, wife, or mother I used to be.

Life has a way of changing people. Disability has a way of changing people. Children have a way of changing people. Faith has a way of changing people.

Everyone’s journey is different. Forgive me if in the past I judged you, acted selfishly or was aloof towards you.

How did you meet me? You met me on my journey and my journey isn’t over yet. Bear with me as I keep on walking.

It has been lovely to walk with you for some of the way.

Thank you!

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2 thoughts on “How did you meet me?

  1. I applaud your honesty Miriam and the way in which you are so prepared to open your heart to share the way you do. If you look back in the Spirit you will see just how much and how often Father God has been with you and carried you through. He still will and He will continue to strengthen you.Tons and tons of love.

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  2. I think you are a much stronger person than you realise. It is a joy the way you can express yourself considering everything you have been through.

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