Every story has a beginning. This is a picture of mine:
My parents, just married, about to head off for their honeymoon and the rest of their lives…
My mother, young, and stylish as always, sits herself in the car, looking up at my father, her sad eyes lit with joy and a sparkling kind of expectation. My father, looking like a younger, milder Clark Gable, holds the door for her, taking a last gaze at friends in the distance, standing relaxed, proud, and self-assured. The picture is almost perfect – except for the dark clouds ahead of them.
This is a picture of my beginning: a relationship of love and hope, full of plans, heading off into what is really the unknown. Neither of them knew that they were carriers of a debilitating disease, that their future life would consist of taking care of their youngest child as a child for over 40 years. Inclement weather ahead.
The dark clouds are there, no doubt – but, so is the love and commitment. The vows that they made that day before God created a marriage, and, through that marriage, I came to be. With the help of the Holy Spirit, the promises they made to each other have carried them through many storms – carrying me with them.
Mother’s Day is around the corner and Father’s Day won’t be far behind. Next week, my parents will be celebrating their 47th wedding anniversary. And, so, it is with much respect, appreciation, and gratitude that I look upon this snapshot of my beginning. For, I was created in a bond of love and joy, that no dark clouds can overcome. Thank you, Mom and Dad!
© 2017 Christina Chase
Although crippled by disease, I am fully alive in love. I write about the profound wonder and terrible beauty of life while living with physical disability and severe dependency. Unafraid to ask life's big questions, I was briefly an atheist and considered other religions before finding, in God's choice to intimately share our humanity, what it truly means to be fully human. A revert to the Catholic Faith, I blog weekly and have written a book called It's Good to Be Here.