Happy Birthday – but it almost wasn’t

Roman is 23 today.  I should be helping him celebrate, and I will get to that.

I’m so grateful to God that he is here to see his 23rd, because by all means, I cannot believe that he is.  We are coming up on the one year anniversary of the accident that should have taken his life.

I will never forget the phone call at 6 in the morning, 3 hours after the crash, mind you.  It was the social worker from the hospital, informing me that my son was in the hospital, two chest tubes keeping his lungs working, a cracked chest plate, a broken back.  What?  When did this happen.  Why didn’t anyone call me sooner?  He didn’t want to inconvenience me??  INCONVENIENCE ME??  For the love of God, of course I’m on my way.

I will never forget the fact that he took his first helicopter ride that morning, a 30 mile trek, from the crash site to the hospital.  A helicopter ambulance ride he does not remember.  I look at those medical helicopters with awe now.  They are saving lives up there.  They saved my son’s life.  I have no idea who they were, but they are true heroes in the sky.

I will also never forget the sight of my mini van that he crashed headlong into the side of hill.  The entire engine was smashed like an accordion right up to the wheels.  The windshield stopped and the rest of the car was gone.  No, it wasn’t gone, it was all there, completely smashed.  And how that engine never entered the cabin, I will never know.  The steering wheel and airbag cracked his chest plate, but how in the world did he escape without broken legs?

I loved my Toyota Sienna, and I thank Toyota for building such a strong vehicle.  The guy at the salvage yard, where I had to empty the van of our belongings, could not believe the driver had survived.  People don’t usually walk away from vans in this condition, he said.

There were no skid marks on the road to determine how fast he was travelling on impact.  No skid marks means no brakes were used.

I have no idea how he survived.  But the fact is, he did.  I told him at the time that there was a reason he survived.  We may not know it now, but as life plays out, the reason for his second chance will be revealed.  I’m quite confident of that.

So Happy Birthday, Roman!  It’s truly worth celebrating!

It’s truly a miracle.


Why am I here?

Who am I?

My name is Lizzie, and I’m a mom to three of the greatest kids I know!  Doesn’t every mom know that!

I was bopping through life, quite amazed that I had managed to skip through the “dreaded teen years” of raising these people, pretty much unscathed.

My oldest truly spoiled me, as far as raising children was concerned.  He was the perfect child.  Good grades, no trouble in school, off to college.  Where we thought all was well.  Until we received a letter after the Fall semester of what would have been his senior year.  Academic probation.

The events that lead to that bombshell and have unfolded since are the stuff of some strange movie, and include car crashes, drinking, DUIs, depression, and ultimately a diagnosis of Aspergers.


Why am I here?

I started writing things down so I could remember the details of the events I was living.  I can hardly believe that they are all true, and were revealed in little over an 18 month period.  I have a feeling I’m not alone in the realization that the kids aren’t perfect. My little journal does much to keep me straight as I try to talk to others about what has happened.  It’s very hard to talk to people about these things, I get so confused about what’s been said, who knows what, am I repeating myself?

I started blogging as a way to have a conversation with myself.  To read about this life from a stranger’s perspective.  Maybe I could give myself some sage advice, as if I wasn’t involved at all.

My hope is that there are other parents out there that can relate, maybe assure me that it’s going to be alright, maybe I can help another mom realize she hasn’t done anything wrong either.

In the meantime, I’m still waiting for the perfect ending to this movie.  We all live happily ever after, right?