from the moment I first held you in my arms.
I want to hold you again,
like a small baby
and take away all of your hurt and pain.
Is there anything worse, as a parent, than watching your child suffer? To see them in pain or struggling?
Last night I had a feeling reminiscent of the first time I brought my son home from the hospital as a newborn. The pride mixed with incredible fear. How am I supposed to take care of this tiny human entrusted to my care?
Bringing my boy home from the hospital last evening, and confronting the dizzying array of paraphernalia we picked up from the drug store was slightly overwhelming. I wasn't sure we could figure it all out, but we did, together.
I have to say that my son is my hero. He has not allowed himself self-pity. He could have allowed himself some anger,or asked the question, "why me?" Instead this young man wanted to prove himself. He wanted to make his parents proud.
So, he made up his mind in the space of a day, that this diagnosis would not slow him down. He would not allow it to keep him from fulfilling his dreams.
Today was our first day home without the support of the doctors, nurses and wonderful caregivers. We spent the day watching the clock and carefully planning meals and snacks.
He is going to be fine. Although, I wish I could take this away from him, to take all of it on myself instead, I know he will be fine.
He is made of strong stuff- I know because I raised him to be strong.
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