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I See You

November 13, 2020 in Warrior Princess - No Comments

I see you baby girl.

I see you taking that first brave step.

I see you glancing quickly to watch people’s faces when they look at your prosthetic leg.

I see you evaluating whether they are going to meet your eyes or continue to stare.

I see you get that tiny little smile ready–your hand half raised to wave at them.

I see your shoulders slump when they make a terrible face.

I see you constantly navigating your terrain.  Trying to find a sure foothold, watching out for a slight lip in the pavement, a hole that you might not see.

I see you traversing a world that is not built for you.  Running a race that you aren’t fully equipped to run but never even losing stride.

I see you looking at other kids’ legs.  Watching them run, jump, dance, play, hop, and live with abandon.  I see that moment of cloudiness in your eyes before you lift your chin and continue on.

I see you jumping whole heartedly into each new endeavor.  Never allowing your differences to stop you from trying something new.

I see you adapting.  Making things manageable for you and making a safe haven for others to live a life without limits.

I see you advocating.  Championing for the underdog, the runt of the litter, and the lost cause. You see a little bit of yourself in them, I know.

I see the pain on your face when kids say your leg looks weird or gross.  The toll it takes on you.  I see you questioning how kids can be so mean.  I also see that steel look in your eye because you won’t ever let them see you cry.  Shuttering yourself in a protective armor.

I see you trying to hide your prosthetic leg.  Tucking it behind a blanket or standing behind other kids when you don’t feel secure.

I see you continue to stand back up.  Time and time again.  No matter how many times you’ve been knocked down….you just keep standing up.  That fire is forged in your soul.  You will not be defeated.

I see you feel big.  You feel your feelings and aren’t afraid to lean into them.  You are comfortable experiencing unbridled joys and can safely allow yourself to sit with your grief.  Understanding they both can comfortably share space in your life.

I see you growing up way too quickly.  Forced by fate to handle way too much for someone your age.

I see you talking to your doctors and your specialists.  You are well versed in your medical history and are very much your own advocate.  You have an opinion on your care plan and you make sure you voice it.

I see you playing video games.  Comfortable in a virtual world–where you can compete on an even playing field.  There aren’t any disabilities there and I know that’s why you love it.

I see you fiercely fighting for your independence.  Wanting to do everything for yourself just to prove them wrong.  Wanting to show those that doubted you, that told us not to get our hopes up, exactly what you are made of.

I see how you are comfortable with your scar from your open heart surgery.  You see it as a battle wound and not where you lost the war. It’s where you picked up your sword and fought.

I see you questioning God.  Questioning because you don’t understand sometimes why He picked this life for you.  Conflicted because you know you are strong enough to handle it but still heartbroken that it’s you that has to bear the burden.

I see you responding with grace when strangers ask you questions about your prosthetic.  You always take the time to talk to them because you know that it’s a good time to break down biases, stereotypes, and ignorance. You do it when you are tired, when you don’t feel like it, when you really just want to be left alone.  All in hopes of making the world a more inclusive place for people like you.

I see you changing the world.  Changing the face of beauty.  Reimagining the definition of strong.  Shattering glass ceilings.  Inspiring everyone that meets you.  Touching the lives of so many.  Coming into your own.  Quick with praise, a hug, and reassurance when someone has a bad day.  Secure in who you are but also constantly pushing yourself to be kinder, more compassionate, and a better version of yourself.

I see you….just getting started.

 

 

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Jaime

Hi everyone! Thanks so much for stopping by! My name is Jaime! Wife to my better half, James, who is my moon and all of my stars. We are parents to our little warrior princess, Callie Grace. We started this blog to share our journey as we navigate through our crazy beautiful life. Callie is a lower limb amputee and I am a Type One Diabetic. We are hoping to change the face of beauty one step at a time! We hope by sharing our story, you leave with a little bit more inspiration and hope! Thank you so much for stopping by and joining our tribe!

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Hi Y'all! I’m Jaime, a proud working mama, author, girl boss and wifey to an ultra-adorable husband. I am a huge book nerd, I drink coffee like my life depends on it, and run on dry shampoo and Amazon Prime. Leopard print is my favorite color. I am a story teller at heart and this blog is a virtual scrapbook of our crazy beautiful life. I'm a Type One Diabetic and our little warrior princess Callie is a lower limb amputee. By sharing how we’ve chosen to flourish in the garden we’ve been planted in, we hope you can take some small nuggets of hope, inspiration, and laughter. We are so grateful that you’ve found us—welcome to the fam. We embrace our perfectly imperfect lives and don’t let the doctor’s appointments, spreadsheets, speaking engagements, 10th birthday parties to plan, housework or date nights overwhelm us. Those things are just the beautiful reminders of all the blessings in our lives. Read More

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