Today, as I sat at the kitchen table with our 6 year-old working on his valentines, he suddenly recalled a memory from nearly two years ago. "Mommy," he said, "once I gave you a valentine like this one. I brought it to you in the hospital."
I was a little surprised at him recalling this. I have been thinking a lot lately about the last time I was hospitalized, in February 2011. I had fallen sick very suddenly, and W had just turned 4 at the time. I assumed he had forgotten about it, as he hasn't brought it up in quite some time.
"Why were you in the hospital?" he asked.
"Well, remember we talked about how mommy's tummy doesn't always work right? Sometimes it makes me sick enough that I have to go to the hospital to get better." I was preparing to go further in depth with my answer if he needed me to, but my answer seemed to suffice. For now, anyway.
The past two years since that hospitalization has brought with it a lot of healing and soul-searching. I guess that's part of what has brought me here, to the world of blogging. I find it therapeutic; I would like to share my story; and perhaps by writing, I can help my story - as a mother and as a Crohn's warrior - evolve. I can't wait to see what happens!