Brenna has taught me more in three months than I have ever learned in my previous 28 years. And I am trying to soak up each of these "lessons" that she has brought into our lives, to reflect on them and use them to make myself a better person.
Brenna has taught me about prayer. About what it truly means to talk to God. To have a relationship with God. And about what it means to come together with others in prayer. The power of prayer is incredible, and prayer has played such an integral part in Brenna's life so far.
She has taught me about faith. About relying on faith and faith alone. About what it means to have your faith tested on a daily basis. About realizing that, above all, turning to God and putting everything in God's hands is the only way to stay strong and feel peace.
Brenna has taught me about worry. Not just the general worry of a mother where you hope that your children will be safe and happy, but about a constant worry, anxiously wondering if a high temperature or change in skin means an infection is present. About a desperate, agonizing worry, wondering how you might ever plan your own child's funeral as you watch her fight for her life.
Brenna has taught me about happiness. How our attitudes play an essential role in our happiness. About finding the joy in the little things, celebrating milestones that would be meaningless to other families, like Brenna getting to wear clothes for the first time or learning to shut her eyes completely after the last original plaques of skin came off.
And indirectly, she has taught me about community. What it means to be a part of a strong community who stand behind each other. What it truly means to have others rally around us during the lowest point in our lives, to help hold us together as we faced some of the biggest challenges we hopefully ever will face.
What a special gift we have been given, and I pray that I will always be able to see all of the lessons both of my children will continue to teach me.