Adapting Everyday Life: How I Cook, Clean & Do Mom Things
There came a point when I was just done—done with sitting, watching, and needing everyone to do everything for me.
I was thankful for the help, truly. But deep inside, I knew I was ready to take charge of my home again. I wanted to cook meals for my family. I wanted to clean my house. I wanted to brush my children’s hair, fold the laundry, and do the everyday things that once felt out of reach.
The problem? I had no guidebook. No step-by-step blog or video for someone in my situation. So I started the only way I knew how:
With prayer… and a whole lot of trial and error.
Figuring It Out, One Task at a Time
I didn’t know how I’d do it—I just knew I wanted to. And so, slowly, I began to figure it out.
Cooking was first. I realized I could do quite a bit with just one hand. I learned how to pick up pots and pans, open containers, and even wash dishes. Was it slower than before? Yes. But with time, I gained strength and speed—and confidence.
And because I’m the type who never does anything halfway, I decided I wasn’t just going to cook—I was going to cook from scratch. Biscuits, dinners, cookies, homemade lunches for my kids… if I could find a way to do it, I was going to do it.
I may not be perfect, but I’m proud to say: I’ve been successful.
Cleaning and Moving Around My Home
Cleaning was another hurdle. I had to learn how to bend safely, how to position myself so I wouldn’t fall, and how to climb from my wheelchair to the floor when needed. Once I got comfortable doing that, it gave me freedom.
I can now:
Make the bed on the floor when my kids want to sleep together.
Clean up messes without fear.
Fold laundry and towels in my lap or across a table.
Reach the microwave by balancing on my knee in my chair.
I even figured out how to brush my babies’ hair again—and let me tell you, that felt like a victory all its own.
The 2.0 Version of Me
I’ve cried a lot during this journey—but I’ve smiled a lot, too. I’ve laughed at the messes, celebrated the wins, and reminded myself daily that progress doesn’t have to be perfect.
I had to figure out how to be me again—
Only this time, the 2.0 version. Stronger. Wiser. More resilient.
And I didn’t do it alone.
Guided by Grace
Every single step I took—every fall, every breakthrough—I know it was God guiding me. I prayed for strength, for creativity, for the ability to mother and serve my home again. And He answered those prayers, one by one.
Not with instant ease, but with steady grace.
Not with a map, but with mercy.
Not with a shortcut, but with strength I didn’t know I had.
Still Figuring It Out
I’m still learning. Still adapting. Still figuring things out through trial and error, tears and smiles. But what I know now is this:
I can cook.
I can clean.
I can do the mom things.
And with God’s help, I can do it all in a way that honors this body, this calling, and this beautiful life I’ve been given.
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” – Philippians 4:13
