There are so many things about parenthood that scare me. Like any day now, I’m sure my kid is going to suceed in throwing herself off of the couch or bed when I’m trying to change her. Or the first time a friend doesn’t want to play with her on the playground and she feels left out. And, her teenage years when she’s dealing with heartbreak and peer pressure and learning to drive? Well, that’s enough to send me for another glass of wine.
But, hands down, the biggest fear that I have when it comes to parenting is having a sick child. When I was pregnant and just began reading blogs, most of the ones I read were women who had suffered terrible losses. I would sit at the computer in our office on a Saturday night while Craig was upstairs getting ready for date night and choke back sobs as I pressed a hand to my belly and prayed for a healthy child. My heart broke for mothers whose children were sick or … worse.
And it still does. With a perfectly healthy child, sleeping soundly in her crib upstairs, I realize how very blessed Craig and I are and I thank God every morning as I kiss her sleepy little head.
In some ways there are very few things that I get all worked up and passionate about. But if I could single-handedly fix any broken or sick child, I would. If I could make the lives just a little bit easier for every parent whose child is struggling, I would.
And I would bet that most of you reading this would as well. We can’t fix the world, we can’t help every sick child. But please, take a moment and read about Keegan over at Raising Madison. His story will tear at your heart strings. And then, if you are able and feel moved to do so, make a donation and enter Joanna’s giveaway. If a lot of people do a little, we have the chance to help a very deserving family.
“I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; I will not refuse to do the something I can do.” – Helen Keller
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Thank You for sharing this with your readers. When I look at Madison I’m so grateful that the only thing “broken” about her was a silly hip. I can’t even imagine how Beth watches her son suffer everyday. I feel the same way as you, I wish I could just take it away and I’m so glad other people can’t just sit here and let nothing be done. I’m blown away by people’s willingness to help a stranger. Truly blown away.
I think about that allthetime! How lucky we are and how it’s by the grace of whatever god you believe in that your kid is ok. And sometimes my mind wanders to those terrible places where at the drop of a hat everything that was fine and good could end…ugh – parenthood makes you crazy!! (or at least makes me crazy!)
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