A Letter to Daniel


Sometimes we make wrong choices and have to suffer the consequences. Sometimes the consequences are swift and other times they are long and drawn out.

Sadly, July 23rd you made a wrong choice and the consequence is long and drawn out.

I know that when you thought about sitting atop the chair you thought it would be neat. And that you would hop right down and eat lunch. But, that isn’t what happened. You never got lunch that day.

Instead you got a cast. A cast to be worn for 5 weeks. Not a long time in the winter probably, but in the summer 5 weeks seems like forever!

You have had to give up swimming for the rest of the summer. You have enjoyed the pool this year more than any other year. I’m glad you made great memories there and that I was able to be there with you.

You have beeen such a trooper with all of this. You were diagnosed with mono on the 20th, broke your arm on the 23rd, and left for church camp on the 26th.

You never cried at the hospital. You never shouted or screamed. You went to camp, having to hold your broken arm up all of the first day because doctors orders were that you hold it up to avoid swelling for 3 days. So, you did. With no complaint.

You couldn’t swim or take part in volleyball, ga-ga ball or any of the water activites and you never complained. You had to have help tying your shoes, putting on and taking off your clothes, and taking a shower and you never complained. Never whined, cried. Nothing.

You had to leave camp a day early to go to the doctor. We waited for 2 1/2 hours to see the doctor so that he could say 20 words to us and you never complained. You didn’t complain when you couldn’t hold your hamburger with your one hand.

You even unloaded the van when we got home from camp.

Daniel, you have amazed me through this. Thank you for stepping up to the plate, for being tough, for not complaining and for letting me love on you more than usual. For letting me hold you, look at you, and kiss you more than normal.

I’m proud of you. We all are!

Love, Mom

Published by Abby Lee

Celebrating and decorating with purpose is my favorite thing to do. When I am not filling a tree with ornaments or throwing a birthday party for my golden doodle, I am being mom to a super cool tween son, the wife to a fine blue eyed man and selling real estate. I call northeast Arkansas home and when I am not loving on my people or celebrating in our space, I am using words to express myself here or on my podcast. Be sure to follow me! I am the co-author of a blog called Life with My Sister and have a podcast called Abby As-Is. You can also follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest and YouTube.

2 thoughts on “A Letter to Daniel

  1. Your Granddaddy was already proud of you…but now more than ever.I'm going to take you and your brothers to Huntsville, Alabama, to the NASA Space Center this fall when it is cooler. Connie and I went through there last month and she is the one who lit up and smiled when she said, \”The twins and Samuel will love this.\” We will also go to the home of Helen Keller in Tuscumbia, Alabama. Your Mom and Dad can fill you in on Helen Keller if you don't already know about her. Hang in there Danny Boy. You are loved by us folks in the Lake of Horn.


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