Having Fibromyalgia and being creative, like decorating a cake, is quite the challenge!
Today after our family Bible study and prayer time it was decided to spontaneously celebrate our daughter’s birthday, which is actually next weekend, but due to a music engagement we have way upstate, we will not be able to celebrate it on the actual day.
I suddenly found myself in full-speed mode as I set off to bake her cake.
(I have always decorated my children’s cakes for every birthday for each one since their first. This tradition I want to keep for as long as I can so they will always have happy birthday memories and the anticipation of “what theme this year, Mom??”)
I got to work making the homemade icing and began dying it the autumn colors for the scene I planned to do. An hour later and Viola! It was done! (And so were my hands, my shoulders, my feet…)
My daughter was quite pleased and knows how hard I struggle to decorate cakes now that I have been struck with Fibromyalgia. She also knows that asking me NOT to decorate the cake would be a useless conversation to have with me.
The dinner and cake were a hit! Currently I can hear waves and waves of raucous laughter from the living room as many of our older kiddos are still up and playing a board game. This Momma is exhausted but hearing the laughter is medicine to my soul!
I am blessed beyond measure!
Yes, I write this in pain. My shoulders are locking up and my fingers can scarcely type the keyboard.
Yes, my feet are throbbing 45 minutes after I have been resting.
Yes, every joint feels unhinged and the pains unleashed.
But you know what?
It was worth it to see the smile on my daughter’s face and the joy it brings me on the inside see it!
It is the little things we are to be thankful for.
Does the pain make me want to curl up in a ball and wish it away? Yes.
But I know that even if I stop, the pain will still be there.
The pain is always there.
Decorating cakes hurts me but being creative helps me. It’s a baffling paradox, but being creative helps me through the pain.
Sounds strange, I know, but it works for me.
So Happy Birthday to my sweet daughter! I am glad you liked your cake!!
~The Fibro Momma of Ten