Figments of My Imagination

Love this. (via Brovegna)

“I can get a bit insecure about my health condition. In the beginning I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to give her everything she needs. Because I can’t lift her. I can’t run after her. It takes me longer to do things, so I thought she might get frustrated with me. But none of those worries came true. She’s perfectly fine with our reality. She’s very patient. When we get out of the car, she knows that the wheelchair goes first, then Daddy, then Mommy, then Olga. She’s very happy sitting on my lap. And she loves to lie in bed with us. She even tries to help me. In the house I don’t use my wheelchair because I can walk while holding onto my husband’s shoulders. Olga saw us doing this recently, and she came up behind me and tried to help by pushing my legs.” (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)

I haven’t posted in forever and a day. It’s 3:43 and I can’t sleep because I was at a boy’s house and so much has changed in my life this year and thought I’d let the people who are awake at 3:44 know.

I had so much fun at this weekend retreat! Thank you @sentimental–ity for taking the pictures!!

Life is tough, but so are you! Porcupine power!

Make sure to follow all the way to the end for the powerful punchline. This comic is an increasingly sad reality for far too many of this nation’s children and families.

Most important, don’t give up.