When my son was two our life took an unexpected and terrifying turn.
An unrelenting seizure, a flight-for-life, and a week in the pediatric ICU would forever paint how we remembered his second year.
Though he survived and life returned mostly to normal, that single event was defining for how we would remember his toddlerhood.
Some years later I sat down to begin writing my son’s story.
Starting with our pregnancy, I would share highlights of each year of his life.
Pregnancy, birth and his first year were easy.
But I got stuck on two. I didn’t want his seizure to become his story.
So I made a mindful choice.
I would tell the story of what I wanted to remember.
Instead of writing “When Sage was two he had a terrible seizure and was in a coma. We were so afraid,” I wrote this: