This is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time, one breath at a time. – Stephen King, Bag of Bones
“You have… what?” The little girl looked up with big, chocolate brown eyes, surveying Vivian with some kind of kinship that she wasn’t accustomed too. “You have something like me?” Every word was taken slowly, as if the little girl didn’t want to say anything about it. Her mother wanted her daughter’s pictures taken as she was being promoted from elementary school to middle. She’ll have some trouble with things, though, so please be patient with her. She didn’t even want to come. That saddened Vivian because she knew what it was like to be afraid of what people taught – she hadn’t even told a soul in town. Well, except the child.
“Parkinson’s Disease,” Vivian clarified with a small smile. “It’s hard for me to do things with my hands, too. Sometimes they get stiff and I feel frustrated. Especially if I don’t have my trusty medicine, things get worse then but…” Offering the little girl a smile, she squared her shoulders. “I am a woman, and not only that, but I am capable, hardworking, and educated on what I have. I know news of what you have can be hard. I don’t know exactly how Dypraxia works, Sarah, but you can still live.” Nodding her head, she sat down next to the girl and lightly patted her head.
“I go to these support groups outside of town and there was something that this elderly lady had said: This is how we go on: one day at a time, on meal at a time, on pain at a time, one breath at a time.” The little girl brushed blonde hair from her face to look up at her, intrigued painted onto her face. She was listening intently and Vivian was determined to tell the little girl that she was normal, beautiful, and no one should tell her otherwise. She had wished someone did the same for her when she was first told, instead of constantly looking for a way to be fixed.
“It’s a great quote. Don’t be overwhelmed by things, it means. It’s… scary, I know, being told you have something you don’t understand. But if you take it one day at a time, one moment at a time… it gets easier.” Nodding her head, she puts her arm around the little girl and ruffles her hair. “It may get rough sometimes, but remember… one moment at a time, you’ll be okay, alright?” When the little girl nods and wraps her arms around Vivian, a smile approaches her lips.
“Let’s go take our photos, Sarah!”
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