Parenthood is never easy. Ask anyone who has diligently given of themselves in the role of mother or father and they will probably say it’s the hardest thing they’ve ever done. Part of being a parent is to sacrifice for your children. Parents sacrifice their time, money, energy, resources. While it is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, it is the best thing I’ve ever done.
I want to tell you a little bit of our story because one of the greatest lessons I learned was about sacrifice.
About three and a half years ago, it was a usual night. Zachary and Faith were chasing the dogs around the house and they were playing and laughing. We had a multi-level house so you walk up three steps to go to the kitchen and dining room and then down three stairs into the family room. Zachary is very unsteady on his feet and while running, he fell against the stairs. He took out a huge chunk of his knee. At the same time, my husband and I looked at each other and said, “it’s time to move and get him better medical care.”
For the next few months, my husband and I discussed everything that would be necessary for us to move from Las Vegas to California. We were living in a 4,000 square foot home with a swimming pool, five rooms, 3 bathrooms, huge kitchen. We both had really great jobs teaching and my husband had been teaching for 19 years. He had seniority at the school district and was not in fear of losing his job if there were any district cut-backs.
When Scott and I made the decision to move our family to Southern California, we knew that we were walking away from great jobs, a beautiful home, stability and comfort we had made in Las Vegas, and our family and friends. It was a lot to walk away from, but the lesson I learned from all of this was that it wasn’t really a sacrifice. When it’s for someone you love, it’s not a sacrifice.
While we gave up a lot leaving Las Vegas, we’ve gained so much from being in Southern California. My husband has a great job teaching and he recently wrote a historical novel which has been published. I am no longer teaching but have found my true passion in real estate. None of that matters more than the fact that we were able to save my son’s feet. Had we not moved down here, we would have eventually had to amputate Zachary’s legs below the knees.
I’ve learned that truly loving someone means doing whatever it takes to ensure that they are happy and healthy. Being a mother is one of the greatest responsibilities I’ve ever had in my life. I would give up everything, including my own life if necessary, for my children. I don’t consider this a sacrifice, it’s what I call being a mother.
I have grown so much from our move to Southern California. I have truly found who I want to be and who I was meant to be. If I hadn’t made the “sacrifice” to move here for my son’s medical care, I wouldn’t have found me. It hasn’t been a sacrifice at all. I found myself and I’m truly grateful to my son for giving me that.