Worth It

I spent Saturday playing with my almost 8 yr old granddaughter in the snow and inside when we got too cold. We hiked around the woods, ran from invented enemies and fought them off with snowball fights. We made a small snowman that the dogs destroyed immediately and a larger one that was taken out overnight by warmer temps and rain. We hiked up and down the hills in the woods, made tracks in new snow and she played with her Schleich and Breyer horses when I got too tired.

When her parents came home yesterday, I came back to my own house. And it was good timing as I’d started to suffer from reflux. I had a brief respite so did get some sleep but it’s started up again today. Unfortunately, this is normal after a burst of activity.

Just look at the little girl’s face. Any amount of suffering I go through now is nothing compared the look of happiness on that sweet girl. She’s used to me not being able to play with her when my pain level is high or I’m nauseous. She told her mom that “Grandma won’t play in the snow, she’ll just drink all the hot cocoa”! I surprised and delighted her by getting out there and actively playing. (And, no, I did not drink all the hot cocoa!!) I’d do it again in a heartbeat (and I will if it snows again). I’d do anything for those I love.

What sacrifices have you made for your loved ones? My daughters have made many on my behalf since I got worse. My grandchildren have gotten used to me just watching them play on bad days instead of getting right in there with them. I know and appreciate their understanding as they know and appreciate all I do for them.

Today, I am embracing my discomfort as tangible proof of my love. It is totally worth it.


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Sandra Davenport Collins

Mother of three girls, two son-in-laws. Grandma to two boys and two girls along with four dogs and four cats. Living life fully with Chronic Pancreatitis and Fibromyalgia.

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