chapter 7

I had a really good time last night.  My Mom is grouchy right now, and it making me feel kind of scared.  I feel this way because she's been frustrated and mad at the computer.  I want to put a picture on my blog and she can't remember how to do it.  This makes me feel kind of sad because I like sharing my pictures.  When my Mom gets frustrated and upset I get scared because it seems like she is mad at me.  I know she is not really mad at me, but I sometimes feel like I need to make her happy again.  I have tears right now because I am really tired because I stayed up too late last night with my friends.  It was really fun while it lasted, but I'm paying for it now.  Everything hurts and I feel totally drained of energy.  I am having a hard time concentrating on this post.  My mind keeps wandering to things like:

I think my sweater is too small

Why am I crying

What am I going to do tomorrow

What am I going to wear on Monday

I just seem to not stay on track of what I am doing. 

Anyway, back to my weekend.  I have a few of my besties, Nicole and Emmalie over for a sleep over.  It was coolio.  (as Uncle Clayton would say).

My Mom and Dad got the camping trailer in our backyard working so that we could have a sleepover in there.  We have a microwave, TV, ipod and dock, makeup (oh yeah, that's right I said make up) and a phone to call the house with any items we may need.  Also, we took a ton of photo's.  Hence me being so upset about the pictures not working on this post.  We just looked so dang cute!!

I think that I have the best Mom ever.  Why? you ask.  Let's change topics again.  Earlier this week, I had to right a mother's essay for school.  It was titled, "What My Mother Means To Me".  I was the first one to hand it into my teacher.  It took all of about 20 minutes to write a 150 word essay because the topic was so easy.  I mean, there is so much to say about what my Mom means to me.  This part is kind of embarrassing , but what the heck.  I totally cried while writing it. 

Here is the essay that I wrote:

What My Mother Means To Me

The word mother means sacrifice, service and comfort.  I am a lucky girl and know that not every kid gets a Mom like mine. 

My Mom makes sacrifices for my diseases.  I have Celiac, Graves and Hashimoto’s.  She works daily to make money for my needs and wants.  She sacrifices her spare time to help with homework, play games and be my friend.

She serves me by cooking my special gluten free diet.  She does my families laundry every Saturday while we go skiing.  Without her hard work, my medications would not be paid for.

Mother is comforting.  This has been the greatest gift she has given me.  My medical condition makes me obviously different than kids.  She makes me feel special, individual and unique instead of weird and different.  She is very compassionate.  She cries when I cry.  She laughs when I laugh.

 

 

In closing, my mom ROCKS!

 

Like I said it had to be kept to a maximum of 150 words so I had to shorten things up a bit.  I know people probably don't want to ready the endless babbling that goes on here, but although I love all you, this is really for me and expressing how I feel.  My mom is making a book of all my posts so that later in my life, I can look back and remember how strong I am.  At least that's what she says.  My body might be weak, but I am one tuff chick.

I will be posting again soon.  I go to start treatment on Wednesday.  I am not looking forward to that.  Too many Dr's and too many tests.  Trying not to think about it much. (very hard to do)

Kiley is Outie!!!