tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889327617090577849.post3559423646750649676..comments2023-05-30T08:03:07.770-05:00Comments on Lieck Triplets: HelplessJacolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14966291460929695590noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889327617090577849.post-30571034498583476562010-08-29T16:31:14.436-05:002010-08-29T16:31:14.436-05:00Oh my gosh...I read this post and starting crying ...Oh my gosh...I read this post and starting crying myself because I can SO relate. You brought tears to my eyes. In eighth grade, I slipped and fell on cement flooring and broke my leg and they tried to put me in a wheelchair...I was in EIGHTH grade, crying my eyes out about being placed in a wheelchair. To me, I hate anything that sets me apart from other kids my age (and maybe that's magnified because I'm a teenager with CP now, but from what I'm told, I've always been like that) and a wheelchair is just something I've tried so hard to avoid. It's hard to explain, but I can so sympathize. This post is making me cry. I think another part for me (and maybe Grace too?) is that, as a triplet, it's hard to have two siblings that can do all these things that you aren't able to do. I always wanted to do the same things my brothers could do. <br /><br />Here's something that my mom always said to me when my CP upset me: She would say, "Yes, you have some tightness in your legs, and a lot of things are hard for you, and I get that. But more importantly, you're a good person. You're smart, kind, ethical, and caring. You try really hard at everything you do and you don't give up. It's what's on the inside that counts." That really helped me. Also, remind Grace that everyone has a disability, just in some people it's easier to notice. :)<br /><br />I'm sorry though--that must have been really hard for you and Grace to have gone through. :( You are such a wonderful, caring mother though, and I love how you handled the situation!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889327617090577849.post-57990450508974620462010-08-17T19:30:07.054-05:002010-08-17T19:30:07.054-05:00I am so sorry. Your heart must have broke. I wonde...I am so sorry. Your heart must have broke. I wonder what sparked her sadness feeling left out, different or not being able to catch up. It must have been hard enough to have got up the courage to take her chair out in public. We have Elizabeth's chair in the basement and are using her bike trailer and then a friend can sit with her when she is too tired to walk. <br />I am glad to see you are back.<br />Hugs.BusyLizzyMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09116803603107554804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889327617090577849.post-60077444649468588352010-08-13T15:29:47.392-05:002010-08-13T15:29:47.392-05:00Ohhhh, that hurts. Poor you. Hugs hugs hugs hugs...Ohhhh, that hurts. Poor you. Hugs hugs hugs hugs. I had a similar moment a couple of weeks ago. I'd do anything to keep him from feeling that way.Staceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04890790775164491968noreply@blogger.com