According to Glennon Doyle Melton of Momastery, Monkees are like monks,
in that we put our faith in something beyond ourselves, we find value in quiet, and we practice living peacefully in community – here on the internet and beyond. We’re unlike monks in that we curse and watch trash tv and become annoyed quite easily. So we settled on Monkees.
I’m honored that my post, “Wishing Him Gone” is featured today on Glennon’s blog and I’d like to give a warm welcome to the Monkees visiting my little corner of the internet.
It’s a strange day here. Aidan is having major orthopedic surgery. Eight hours under the knife to straighten his spine and secure it with two titanium rods and a sprinkle of cadaver bone. Eight hours we wait, each moment under anesthesia coming with increased risks. Eight hours when we’ll receive six phone calls from the operating room to tell us that Aidan’s surgery is progressing just fine.
I’m most nervous about the waiting, not about the cutting and fastening and stitching. It’s just a long time to purposely not think about the one thing you can’t help but think about.
It’s a strange day to share with the world that there was a time I believed myself incapable of this kind of fierce love and protection, that I looked at my boy and felt only fear and discouragement, that I thought carrying Aidan through a world of doctors and therapists would crush me. It’s all so different now.
On this strange day that I’m wholly focused on Aidan’s surgery and recovery, on making the time pass, I’m also grateful to be embraced by the Momastery community that believes that We Can Do Hard Things. I want to hear your stories, I want you to stick around to hear more of ours (which will be more joyful soon I promise), I want to read and appreciate all of your comments, I want to say thank-you for joining our journey.
That probably won’t happen until sometime this weekend, when I’m home in the stillness and Garreth takes the first shift at the hospital. But know that on this strange, tense but quiet day, I feel your presence and I’m grateful that We Belong to Each Other.
To my dear readers, I’d love to introduce you to the Monkees. Glennon is a community builder, encourager and teacher at heart. She taught and loved many children including our kids with disabilities during her professional teaching days. Glennon has used her voice and platform to help others in need, including a special purpose school and families who needed an accessible van. How many ways can we love that?
On occasion Glennon hosts Love Flash Mobs to raise money for these projects. To promote inclusion, and you know how I love inclusion, she caps the donations at $25. That’s the maximum gift. Here’s what’s so beautiful about that – it makes room for more people to give because we know that in giving we receive. I would encourage you to follow her blog to part of her Monkee community.
Regarding surgery, we are expecting no real news until the very end of the day and we will most likely not see Aidan until the evening. I will do my best to keep FaceBook updated at some point. Thank-you for being part of this journey.
With love and gratitude, Heather and Garreth