celebrating the heroes.
Every time I go to Children’s Hospital, I’m reminded of the incredible strength, determination, love and hope of parents with children that are sick or have unique conditions. I see them every time, and long to hear their story. Their grown children were once babies too. They went through the same shock and grief and terror. What are their lives like now? They often make it look easy, but I can assure you, it may not always be easy. It’s amazing what the world demands of mothers and fathers in these situations. Eat, drink, do the dishes, wash your clothes, love each other, change your six year olds diaper, insert this, watch for that, mix this, protect, meet the specialist who treats you with such indifference.
Each one is a hero. There’s something to be said for those parents that weave hospital visits into their everyday lives. Specialists, machines, medication, prayer, support, all life giving and an integral part of their lives.
It’s not easy, you know, seeing specialists, waiting in lobby’s with skylights so high and ghastly electric blue chairs. It’s not easy watching doctors judge your child, examine them, and even interact with them.
It’s a reminder that all is not well in one’s world.
I am so thankful that Florence has not been sick, has never been hospitalized and does not have any complications. I feel such a peace about this, and celebrate it every single day.
I also celebrate those I know that have children with different needs, children that survived against all the odds.
They are fighters, each and every one of them.
I celebrate you today, you know who you are.
I celebrate the ones that I pass in the hallways in the hospital, making eye contact, smiling a small smile. Just knowing that they know what it feels like to carry a burden for ones child makes me love them deeply.
You are heros. You and your beautiful children.