As a child, I remember family vacations, trips to the zoo, and adventures in the woods. I recall the thrill of experiencing new places and the comfort of being with my parents as I learned about the world and all its beauty.
Most of all, I remember a contentment in knowing we were living these moments together as a family. When I think of those times now, as a mother to my own children, I worry these memories I have will differ from the memories my children will form.
I am a mother with multiple sclerosis (MS), and I can’t participate in every family activity. The truth is, my children will remember events without me, and while I’m relieved they can have these experiences with my husband, part of me is mourning the memories I’ll never be a part of.
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