Tuesday, May 5, 2009
This little piggy belongs to 7 of 8.
Callous, split skin and all.
It's the price she's paying for learning to walk. Her little left foot flattens at an odd angle, trying to grip the ground for better stability to make up for the weakness on that side.
And so her little piggy has borne the brunt, developing blisters, creating callouses, splitting open.
It's odd how well we took the news of her stroke, how well we have weathered the testing, the doctor and specialist visits, the months of therapy. We've been strong. She has hung tough.
But there's just something about this little piggy.
I don't want things to be so hard for her. Or for her toe.
We sometimes rub blisters on our hearts. Our souls can become a bit calloused. And sometimes we feel as if we are being split open in the effort.
But we pay the price. We get tougher.
And we walk out our journeys.
And 7 of 8 will too.
But, oh, I ache for this little piggy.