Just 5 days left before Namine’s foot surgery. It occurred to me the other day that we don’t even really know if the procedure has a name, exactly, other than “foot surgery.” I mean, of course it probably does, but the ortho doctor hasn’t told us what it might be.

Her feet are going to look so weird. I mean normal. Whatever. When I look at Namine, I see normal. This is my daughter, and she is perfect. How she appears is exactly how God made her, and she is beautiful. I know, I know that other people see her and think, even if they don’t say (like that jerk in the mall), “freak.” Don’t protest, I don’t care if it’s you or the person next to you. There will always be people who look at someone different from them and think “freak.”

Understand me here. I don’t care how you see her. If her feet and legs, hell, her heart condition embarrass you, I don’t care. I’m not putting Namine through this to make her “look normal.” I’m doing it because she’ll never be able to walk on her own, unless she has the surgery. What I want, the only thing I want, is for her to have the opportunity to walk. I don’t know if she’ll be able to; there are still a plethora of unanswered questions that will only be answered by time and trial & error. But I do know that she’ll be able to try. And knowing Namine like I do, she’ll never give up.

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  • Praying for a swift and uneventful surgery & recovery.