Celebrating Mommyhood

My coworker and I were talking yesterday about Heaven and what will be. She has Cerebral Palsy that affects her legs. She has gone through so much in her life just to be able to walk. And walk she does.

We were talking about the joy of heaven and she was telling me a conversation she and her daughter had about her legs; how in heaven she'll be able to walk. She said she is so excited because she will be able to be 'normal'. What a feeling it would be to be able to walk around heaven.

I hated to disagree with her but I said 'P. you won't be walking in heaven.' She looked at me and said 'Yes I will.' I told her 'I have a feeling you will be too busy running and dancing to walk.' She beamed and said 'How wonderful that would be!'

This conversation got me thinking about my scar. I have a nice white scar running down the middle of my chest from my open heart surgery when I was 2 1/2. I love my scar. I proudly show it off. I think people who don't have scars look weird. It's something that has literally always been with me. The only people who have seen me before it are my parents and older siblings. I can't fathom what I'll look like once I get to heaven. I told my coworker I would probably ask God for a mirror and I won't be able to tear myself from it.

My coworker said I can have her seat at God's table in heaven, she won't need it she'll be too busy running, and I can put my mirror on it and stare at my perfect chest.

Can't wait.