Wow! Did Judy Garland know me when she said, “Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.” (For those of you too young to remember Judy Garland, she was Dorothy in “The Wizard of Oz”.)
When I married and became the mother of three children, life became everyday chaos. Laundry, cooking, and cleaning took most of my day. When my youngest son was diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, everything changed. My husband and I were no longer satisfied to just sit in church and learn about the Lord. We wanted to truly know Him and began our faith walk with Him. We chose to become Sunday school teachers and worked our way into other areas of ministry, which we loved!
By the time our son (Joe) was eight years old, his illness had progressed and he was fully bedridden. We were no longer able to attend church services and, therefore, resigned from our leadership positions in ministry. I must emphasize that at no time did we resign as Christians.
Even though I have never been disappointed for choosing to be by my son’s side during his illness, I did go through a time of feeling like stomping my feet and screaming, “This isn’t fair.” But, as we all know, life isn’t always fair. One night while in prayer I said, “God, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch my son in pain.” And God’s response to me was, “You have two choices. I can take Joey home (to heaven) with me or he can stay with you.” I was quick to answer that I would choose to keep my son with me. From that day forward, I learned that I really did have the ability to live this life caring for my son. Of course, the strength came from leaning on the Lord.
When I got over my little temper tantrum (which my son never saw), I started to examine my life and glimpse blessings in everyday places. I was blessed to be at home with my son and not be required to hire a nurse to care for him.
Through this process, I also learned I had been living a life of deception. I always thought I had to present a vision to the world of how I could be a wife and mother, as well as a caregiver to a critically ill child while never losing the smile on my face. I would always tell everyone “No, I don’t need any help. I’m just fine.”
I realized I was being a second-rate version of Wonder Woman and now I understand I want to be a first rate version of myself who can speak the truth.
“And, yes, sometimes I do need your help. Thanks for asking.”