Elizabeth Grow is an editor and content writer for Love What Matters. A graduate of Utah State University, she now lives in Las Vegas with her husband and two dogs. Elizabeth loves sharing stories that raise awareness for neglected populations within our society, particularly the mentally ill. She loves music, any kind of DIY craft project, and a good movie.
“I know it might feel like most of my time, thoughts, and efforts are spent on your brother, but please know that I see you.”
“The next time you get frustrated with the person rushing past you to the elevator, or getting called from the waiting room before you, keep in mind this could literally be the worst day of someone’s life.”
“In my mind, I accepted I was born to grow up as an adult without parents. But in my heart, I was broken holiday after holiday needing them. I was torn on my children’s birthdays, when they had no grandparents there. I cried for years trying to fill the void.”
“‘What happens in this house STAYS in this house.’ I lived in a world where not only my adoptive mother would cover this up, but my own biological sisters AND our assistant pastor. The minute I turned 18, I was escaping.”
“My heart sank, a lump formed in my throat, and I was frozen in hell. I knew what she was going to say. I knew why my sisters were crying, and before my mouth could form any words at all, the tears began pouring down my face.”
“I harbor no ill will. No hard feelings. I get it, this is just the new way of things. But it still hurts, to be on the outside looking in.”
“I carried her everywhere, held her at every meal, slept with her on top of me, and showered with her in my arms. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. Just as if I carried her in my womb, she was learning my voice, reaching for my touch, and studying every detail of my face.”
“Imagine being two. Everything feels big. Everyone tells mom that it’s terrible. Everyone says it’s best to ignore, be strong, be firm. But she doesn’t.”
“Did I have someone tell me I couldn’t? Yes I did. Did I listen? Absolutely not. And here we are, me and my daughter are living the happiest life ever.”
“These hands clean all the things, pick up all the toys, and fold all the laundry. But they also construct blanket forts, form shadow puppets, and wipe away tears.”
