Who are these perfect people anyways? How suffering makes us quicker to respond when help is needed.

Who Are These Perfect People Anyways?

In Motherhood, Parenting by Jen24 Comments

A few months ago I shared with all of you about my oldest daughter Samantha’s battle with what we believe to be optic neuritis. In 2009 this crushing disease permanently robbed her of a portion of her vision, and in June of this last summer she experienced another flare- up. We aren’t sure about lasting damage with this recent episode, and may not know for many more months what the end prognosis will be. It has been an infuriating and exhausting process, and we have more questions than answers, but we have come to believe her main problem lies in some type of autoimmune disorder. Unfortunately, that particular area of medicine can get very murky. With lots of unknowns.

I know that bloggers in general have the reputation of oversharing. That isn’t something I really do. I share only what I want to share, because I am a pretty private person. But today I have a few things I would like to share with you.

Not all of Samantha’s story is mine to tell. It is mostly her story, and she deserves the right to tell it. There are parts though that are uniquely my own, and this is one of the parts I want to share. Over the past few months I have had many people tell me how brave I am. I appreciate their concern and support, really I do, but I want to talk about perception versus reality for a minute, because if I am brave, here are some of the things these people didn’t see.

These people didn’t see the woman who sobbed uncontrollably on the floor of the shower as she begged God to take away her daughter’s suffering and instead give it to her.

Who are these perfect people anyways? How suffering makes us quicker to respond when help is needed.

These people didn’t see the woman who was unable to carry on even the briefest of conversations, because she couldn’t find her voice to do so.

These people didn’t see the woman who sat up all night holding her daughter’s hand while together they cried not knowing whether or not in the morning that daughter would be able to see anything ever again.

These people didn’t see the woman so frozen in fear that she felt paralyzed to be able to do some of even the most basic things.

I am not telling you these experiences so that you can feel sorry for me. I am sharing this because during those moments of what felt like utter and complete despair, there have been miracles as well. Some didn’t involve people, but some did. Many of those people who delivered these miracles didn’t even know they did so. Sometimes I didn’t know who they were and they didn’t know me, but they were able to see and identify suffering, and without hesitation, reach out to ease that suffering. Not everyone was that way, and these last few months have been a real eye opener as to who really had our family’s back.

So here is why I am writing this. Our world is full of so much pain and suffering, and much of this suffering is done in private, because we are afraid. Afraid to let people see what and who we really are. Or afraid to seem less than perfect. I have been guilty of this way of thinking, but here’s a news flash that really isn’t all that newsworthy: None of us are perfect….

There has been only one perfect person to walk on this earth, and for me, as I have waded through these past few months of grueling motherhood, I have felt the love of my Savior Jesus Christ so very clearly in my life. More than ever before. Sometimes God has seemed far away, but not Christ.

This isn’t a conversion type of post either, I am not selling religion to you, but I think some day when each of our stories are shared, we will see and understand so very much more than what we currently do about those who are around us.

But why wait for THAT day?

How about we start today? Right now. Drop the grudge. Drop the facade. Drop whatever we need to, in order to love freely, and help others. Or to receive the help we need.

Last week I sat waiting in a pediatric cancer ward with Samantha. We watched the young residents of that wing as they bopped around with their shiny heads and bright personalities. Each so clearly had a light. A purpose. People who loved them dearly.

Who are these perfect people anyways? How suffering makes us quicker to respond when help is needed.

I saw a kinship in the worried faces of parents as they wheeled their children to and from this wing, and I had a renewed desire to be a better a person. 

To help relieve the suffering of others.

To drop my own facade.

I don’t need to be perfect to do any of that. I just have to care.

That is why I am writing about that woman. Me. The one who has been frozen in fear. I know better than anyone how very weak I am. Perhaps someday I will be stronger, but I am not going to wait  for that day to help others. So what if by writing this some may think, “Wow! She is a real mess!”

Yep. I am.

And sorry, but I bet you are too…

It’s not the “perfect” dish that we deliver or the “perfect” words we say to someone who is suffering, it is the fact that we reach out with genuine concern and care. And those who have suffered are pretty dang good at doing this aren’t they, because haven’t we all met suffering head on in some way?

Anyways, from the bottom of my heart, I truly thank those who did reach out to me.

Thank you to the woman in the store who held my hand while I cried in the cereal aisle. I don’t even know your name.

Thank you to the man who helped pick up the contents of my purse off the gas station floor, because my shaky hands weren’t up to the task.

Thank you to all of the others.

You were perfectly positioned to help, and you met the task without fail.

Next time I see that same need, I promise I won’t fail either.



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  1. Wonderfully said. Almost every parent has had this fear, this heartbreak during their lives. It’s good that those that we needed were there just when we needed them.

    Have a blessed day, my friend. ♥♥♥
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    1. He can. At the beginning I wasted quite a bit of time in anger, useless really. I guess though there is a track we all must sometimes follow in order to understand and see the good right around us. Thanks my friend for your care and concern. I appreciate it.
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  2. Gah. I just bawled my eyes out. Jen!!! Thank you for telling us this. Thank you for being real. I am praying recovery for your sweet daughter.

  3. jenny I don’t know wath to say I know wath you going tru I have a sick son he was born with a sist and tumor in the brain he had surgery at 3 days old doctors don’t know how his life was going to be now he is 42 he has problems but he is here not a vegetable like they told me and this was around cristmas he was born the 23 I know how you feel but you had to be strong for the others kids god work miracles I will pray for one love judy

  4. I completely agree with the post comment by shootingstarmag. You are so very brave and strong . Keeping you and are family in my prayers.

  5. You summed it all up so perfectly. We all try to hide the not so good stuff in our lives and always share the good stuff. You are braver than you know and when you get overwhelmed, please know that it is okay. Because like you just said…we are not perfect. I extend my arms to you in loving faith and will continue to pray for you and your family because we all need prayer. Prayer warriors unite.
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