My Inspiration.

This past Wednesday morning, as I sat hunched over at the side of my bed with my head buried down into the sheet wanting desperately for the excruciating pain in my abdomen and bladder to stop, I was trying to convince myself that it wasn’t real. I had such a good, fun filled weekend. I felt like myself again. How could this be happening? But there was no denying it. I knew it was yet another bladder infection. I had no choice but to go to the emergency room for what seemed like the umpteenth time in the last five months. My surgery consultation cannot come fast enough.

As I lay on the bed waiting for the doctor to arrive with my eyes closed, I could hear the echo from the voices and the laughter of the children I work with at the out of school care program, and in that moment, all I wanted to do was be in their presence and feel the joy and adrenaline that floods through my core every single time I wheel through the front door. When I am at the “ centre”, my second home and surrounded by my second family, it is as if my physical challenges are non-existent. When I am working, I am just Becca. I don’t think I could ever find enough words to express just how much I appreciate this

The other day, my neurologist asked me what my motivation has been to get through the last few months. When I answered, “ my centre kids”, he smiled. I want to be the best me I can possibly be for them, because that is what they deserve.

Working at the centre has provided me with a profound sense of purpose. It has made me feel like I am worth something. It has taught me the value of diversity, unity and unconditional love. The opportunity to spend time with children and see the world through their eyes has been a constant reminder to look for the beauty in life and seize every chance I get to live in the moment, whether it’s giving children rides on my lap, even though I could have gone home hours earlier, or counting the amount of lady bugs and their markings hidden within the long blades of grass at the park together. Children have a love and zest for life that is indescribable; a kind of enthusiasm I wish we all possessed.

I can hardly wait to be me again. I can’t wait for the day when I can finally go out and not have a pee bag attached to my wheelchair or me. I cannot wait until I don’t have to think about which activities are safe for me to be doing with my bag. The thought of my pain level being drastically reduced is beyond exciting.

I cannot wait to live life to the fullest, just like these amazing tiny humans do everyday.

They are my inspiration!