It's me, Jessi.
You know, I'm that girl who can do anything she puts her mind to? The one that has a list of accomplishments a mile long? The one that can tackle complex projects, run organizations, and teach classes?
I'm the girl who has such strong faith. The one who doesn't question.
I'm the girl who sailed through college and graduate school. The one who found her man and started to build a dream. We were a team, together. We were going to do big things, my man and I.
I'm the one who had her whole life planned out.
May 15th, 2009 changed everything.
Jack changed everything.
Who was I anymore? With the day in, day out of caring for a medically fragile child?
I was lost.
I didn't see a place for myself. I couldn't work and I lost that part of my identity. I was no longer Jessi with the glowing resume and accomplishments.
No, I was mommy to a one pound baby.
There was a time when I could only live day to day. I couldn't think beyond Jack's next appointment or procedure. I didn't have time to explore, read, breath, or take care of myself.
But something happened. Jack grew up. And his mommy grew up.
My perspective changed. My thought-processes changed.
I finally grasp what matters in life, and what doesn't. I'm that same girl, but I now know what it means to look death and disability in the face. I know the fragility of life and oh, how good we have it.
I'm back. It only took three years, but I'm back. I'm the same girl, but now, I am so much more.