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I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Home to Remember and Honor

My time in Boston was abundant with professional adventures. I was able to spend quality time with
leaders whom I greatly respect, and who I am fortunate to consider as friends. It was refreshing to delve into deep discussions about insurance reform, the future of prosthetics and the genuine needs of the amputee community with those who are vested in the limb loss community.

In addition to brainstorming sessions, I was able to reconnect with many amputee friends. It is always wonderful to meet, hug and talk to somebody in the flesh whom I have mentored through Skype and phone calls. I am lucky to have so many amazing people in my life!

Although I had a wonderful time, it was nice to pack up and come  
home yesterday. I missed my boys and was especially concerned about Timmy's continued (albeit lessening) hives. It is really hard being away from home when he is sick, but I knew that he was in good hands with my Mom and then Scott.

I was excited about flying home, but going through security I felt an overwhelming panic sweep over me. I realized that I was standing in the very same airport, possibly going through the same steps, as the terrorists did 15 years ago to the day. Flying out of Logan airport early in the morning, I felt haunted by the history of that horrific day. I was relieved to finally disembark in DC after the relatively quick but stressful flight.

I made it home in the late morning which allowed Robby and I enough time to bake our traditional goodies for the local fire department. Our tradition of delivering baked goods on September 11 began when Robby was born. I struggled to find a way for him to understand the magnitude of the events while paying homage to the sacrifices of the heroes who were lost on that day. I also didn't want to scare him, but I wanted him to understand that reaching out and offering support is always appropriate. 

This was the 11th year that we have delivered baked goods to our fire department, and they have come to expect our visits each year.  Robby loves walking up with a tray overflowing with goodies, smiling broadly and proud of his efforts. I am proud that he has embraced our little tradition.  After all, when I don't know what else to do, I bake.

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