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WOW- I am blown away! When I came home from work tonight, Kathryn shared something that she did for school and she has given me permission to share it with you. As I hear Kathryn’s amazing heart in this piece, I see the Lord’s boundless love and grace and His beloved attentiveness to your countless prayers for Kathyrn. We love you all and are so thankful for your continuing prayers.

UPDATE: Three days of school done, only 178 to go! Kathryn is making it through a whole day of school with little clinic time. Pain medicine is a little lower than before Ketamine. No crutch being used. She is still dealing with much pain (worse at night) but she is handling all very well.

Joe prayed for a baby sister,

Dave and Rita deemed her pure.

I am always and forever their Katuran, their yil’ missy.

They brought me into a loving house where love was unconditional.

Into a picture perfect home where it is always sunny and playful.

My cares were few and far between.

The ones that have watched me go through the beginning walks of life,

will also be the ones that reserve a special place in my heart until my dying breaths.

The ones who instilled in me my nature and character.

And when I look back, even though my memories are about as plentiful as my cares were,

The insignificant tastes, scents, phrases, and scenes come to mind.

The sound of the blow dryer would drive me crazy, and the women’s laughter would always spark my curiosity.

The scent of hair dye and perm solution is always distinct.

Raw potatoes, Gama’s mac n’ cheese, being silly with the entire clan,

Always longing to inherit their wit and humor,

Slowly realizing as I grow taller and my joints weaken,

How close the apple really does fall from its branch.

The acts of kindness I’ve been so lucky as to have received from the people who love me most,

Are the treasures my soul is most fond of.

My face, red with hysterics

And the boy in my life who stereotypically should be annoyed by my existence,

Holding me, asking what he can do to make the booboo better, is the brother I’ve been so thankful for,

The best friend that carries my burdens as much as I carry his.

The woman who gave me life abandoning everything she worked for,

To make my pain go away.

The man who gave me my gender and most of my facial features,

Teaching me that it’s okay to laugh at your own jokes, and sometimes be the only one who’s laughing.

The one, who taught me to laugh through all of life’s curveballs, is someone I’m proud to call Daddy.

These three people, knowing me better than I believe I know myself,

And all of the people who love me just as much

Have molded me into the respectable human I hope I have become.

So yes my genes are the code for what I am, my brown eyes, and pale skin.

However it’s the memories like these that have taught me all that I know.

The people who have taken every step with me that have given these precious times to ponder,

Are the very reason I’m able to walk on these achy limbs and tired heart with a smile.

-Kathryn MacDonald

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