Friday, August 10, 2012

Success

Today I was a success. Today my daughter learned to make pizza. It's a simple dish, really, just bread, sauce, cheese, and a few accoutrements. Why, after twenty-one years does making pizza feel like a success? At twenty-six weeks the doctors said, she won't survive, but neither will you if she isn't born. She made them liars. She is a success. Every day for her is a success, and today she learned to make pizza. I don't do much in these daily struggles, but because she succeeds I feel the same.

3 comments:

Carlie Cullen said...

What a wonderful story and very inspiring.
I'm a mother with a daughter and I celebrate every one of her successes no matter how small.

Thanks for sharing!

Terri Giuliano Long said...

This is so inspiring. We must never let anyone tell us what we can or can't do. We must choose our own paths!

lizzie loodles said...

This is so beautiful and an inspiration. Celebrating a child's success no matter their age or how big or small the success is a must as a parent! Thank you for sharing that success. We should all do it more.xx