Never Say Never

My Mother taught me long ago “Never say Never”. Her friends would say “my son would never ...”, or “my daughter would never...” and sure as the sun would rise those kids did. But she also meant those words to reflect more than a potential disappointment. She never would have imagined winning a trip to Florida in the 70’s and a SUV in the 80’s all by the luck of one ticket or becoming the senior manager of the food administration at the nursing she worked at and retired from (a huge accomplishment for a farm girl with an 8th grade education). I am sure there are many more incidences that mama would quote “never say never” to.


After being told we would never have children, eight years later (with their help of a great clinic) we conceived on the first try, a miracle and against all the odds. Three years later on that fateful winter night, the minivan crossed the median. I would like to say that I have never received that dreaded phone call at 4am, that I never imagined I would ever get, but I can’t. The doctors said Grant would never regain his short term memory, sense of smell or hold down a proper job. But he has. Okay the memory sucks sometimes but he is a man. Say no more. The doctors said his brother would never teach again, learning to read and write and speak again was going to be a challenge, probably be stuck living with his parents the rest of his life. But the teacher is able to work a few days a week, met a wonderful women and married life is bliss.

Had you told me ten years ago, even six years ago, that I would be co owning a bra boutique, I would have laughed and said “Never!” Yet here we are a year and half after opening, successful and prominent in our community. I would never have believed Grant would successfully achieve accreditation for his lab just 3 yrs after that accident or that I would be a mom to the most incredible 10 yr old.

You never know what’s around the corner – good or bad. I can’t say make lemonade when you handed a lemon, it’s not always that easy. But I have certainly learned to expect the unexpected. When it is good, I praise Him. When it is bad, I lean on Him. And I believe that All Things Are Possible.


~response to "when pigs fly!" prompt #203 Sunday Scribblings.

photo is around 1973 on our back step. I am the cutey on the right, my sister on the left and mama with her glorious beehive.