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I have never met one of my best friends. That sounds like the lie in one of those youth group “tell two truths and a lie” games. But it’s totally true. We often joke about meeting “in real life”…but she lives in New England. I live in the Midwest. We joke about buying houses next door to one another and sending our kids to the same special needs preschool. I want Brogan to teach Adelaide to walk. She wants Adelaide to teach Brogan to sign. We met through an online special needs group and became instant friends. But I don’t even know what she sounds like…other than video clips. And I doubt that is her actual voice. On video clips, I sound like the Lollipop Guild. We have kiddos with polymicrogyria and seizures. I can be completely honest with her about anything related to special needs and she never judges me. She always has something sarcastic to say, but is filled with helpful Scripture. She is an inspiration to me…her son had a very rough start and has continued to prove doctors wrong. She is also a dance instructor, and you know how I feel about dancing. I think the most amazing thing about Bethany: she pours herself out. In a world where most people look out for their own, Bethany reached out to a scared mom in a Facebook group. A stranger. She knows my deepest fears about Adelaide, my childhood trauma, and the things that make me laugh when I’m having a tough day. And I really hope I get to meet her someday. So I can tease her in person for being a Patriots fan.
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