A flight, a fright and a wee bit too much Animal Crossing

 This has been a trying few weeks to say the least.

I have three sons, two are adults and one is on the cusp of spreading his wings as well. I am blessed to have such wonderful and loving children, I truly am. I consider being their mom the best thing to ever happen to me in my life.

The FLIGHT—

So, as a loving mom, at times I worry and for the most part, I do my best to have faith and that helps me tremendously. Seriously, I just don't know how people do it without faith. After the past six years, I would be a pool of melted down goo without it. 

It all began with my oldest preparing for his trip to London. He has never been anywhere further than an hour from home and now he is venturing on an overseas flight, alone, to England! Be still my anxious little heart! He is going to meet a friend of his and I am so very excited for him and loved seeing him making all of these huge plans for an adventure of a lifetime!

He was going to take a flight to JFK, have an hour layover, then hop the plane to Manchester. 

Sounds fairly simple, right? Well, not so much. He went through the TSA precheck only to find that his flight had been cancelled.
Yes, luggage was reclaimed and he set off for the hour trip back home, somewhat discouraged.

His flight was rescheduled for the next day...same time, same place.

I decided to check on the new flight the next morning, because, well that's what moms do. We check and make sure of things.

I was heartbroken having to tell him that JFK had bad weather and all flights were cancelled.

Including his...again.

It turns out that JFK had such bad weather and the weather he would have flown through had tornado warnings. 

Note to self—Always choose waiting one more day over flying in a tornado warning!

Well, the day finally came where he actually left the ground and traveled 40,000 feet above ground at the speed of 690 mph!

He did wonderfully and enjoyed it. Now the real adventure begins for him and I am so stinking proud of my boy.

 

The FRIGHT—

At the same time that all of the traveling was occurring, we found out that another son was going through a health scare. After having routine spinal xrays done, something showed up as a result of pneumonia he had seven years ago. It was a calcification of a lymph node and further testing was needed.

Again, I did the mom thing and immediately hunted down our pediatrician for further testing. 

Not as easy as it seems as nobody would return my call and then he went on vacation, but, moms don't give up! Seriously in the past seven years, perseverance and determination have been my superpowers.

I really should be wearing a cape some days, but, that is a whole other story 🦸

After finally getting his neurologist to order an MRI, we had to wait some more. The date was set for the end of July. That was six weeks away and for an anxious person (my son), it might as well have been six years! 

Again, I pulled the mom card from the superhero bag of tricks and tools and begged for him to get an earlier appointment and told them point blank that he is terrified that he is seriously ill. 

We were called back and his appointment was changed for this this week.  He went today and my brave son did very well and kept his anxiety in check (no small feat for anyone).

Now, we await the results.

So, if you are keeping score, half my mind is on a traveling son in a foreign country with people he doesn't really know and the other half is dedicated to a potentially ill son.

I am not a mathematician by any stretch of the imagination, but, those statistics truly suck.

They really do, but, yet, I am peaceful because I am an optimist, a well-wisher, a hope for the best at any costs mom.

I have again donned my supermom cape, flying blind into the wind, getting battered and bruised on my journey, but, I am holding it all together with my faith that 

ALL WILL BE WELL

It has to right, because this has been one hell of a trial, even for me.

Good always prevails, right?  All I can do is invoke my Mary Cooper Hedge of Protection around my sons and trust that all is well and it is out of my hands.

 

A WEE BIT TOO MUCH ANIMAL CROSSING—

I can't really show how I feel. I have to wear my mask once again. I have mentioned the mask before.  The ones we wear in order to survive. To deal with the stress that can kill you when it all piles on top of you at the very moment you are teetering on the edge.

The mask helps. I can't burden my children with how I am a bit afraid for their safety at the moment. I have to be brave and strong and fearless—out comes my cape again 🦸

I would love to burn that damn thing one day, but, I won't.

My youngest bought me Animal Crossing for my birthday this year. I have enjoyed watching them play it and thought it would be fun.

I am not a gamer. Actually I am the one that comes and ruins the gaming fun when they've played too long. Or at least I used to be that person when they were younger.

Since injuring my shoulder last month, I am pretty limited to what I can do. No lifting, digging, moving, scrubbing etc, because that would undo all of the hours of PT I have been doing.

So, I am making an island on Animal Crossing, where it doesn't matter that I am injured, inside or out, at the moment.

It is very relaxing and for right now, it is getting me through the hard days. I am making my virtual house beautiful, and my island, when I can't tend to my real life garden the way that I would like.

It's a good break for me at a time when my mind and body seem to be telling me, "Oi, lady! Listen, we really need to slow down a bit here."

I am not one to really take extended time to sit, relax and breathe and this helps me do this for right now. The next few weeks promise to be more of the same. Oldest will still be traveling and then journeying home way up in the sky at unbelievable speeds.

My other son, will find out whether we have more to worry about within the next week. Again, placing all of my trust in God that all will be well.

Words cannot say how very proud I am of both of my sons. They have risen to hard challenges this week and are facing their own fears and it makes this momma so very proud.

And once again, I keep swimming, one little paddle at a time.

It's all I can do.