This morning found myself hugging and carrying Enya longer than I usually would. As she wrapped herself tightly in my arms, I suddenly wished she would stopped growing up so fast. That she will always be so cuddly. That she will never have enough of our bear hugs.
“enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things”
It’s 3am. An hour earlier, Enya came over to my room to wake me to sleep with her in her bed, again. I was frustrated with her. Why can’t she, at 3 years old now, not sleep through the night, but still wakes up daily in the middle of the night to get me over her bed to sleep with her? Why does she has to make my parenting life so difficult? Feeling frustrated as I’ll have difficulty falling back to sleep immediately once being waken up. Chanced upon this blog while battling with my insomnia, and made me want to hug her now.
May my trio’s (hubby and my 2 girls) little things be my big things in life, always.
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things” ~ Robert Brault
She’s dying. My 9 year old daughter is dying. Today I can say it without crying, but not necessarily tomorrow. Each day is filled with up and down emotions. Some days I am hopeful for a cure, but many days I am filled with despair and an indescribable sadness. My heart aches. My tears burn. My head and my body are tired.
You see, my daughter Abby was recently diagnosed with a rare, genetic disease that is terminal. There is no cure or treatment. No cure. 100% terminal. Every child diagnosed with this disease will die. I have never felt so helpless. As mothers, it is our job to nurse our child’s boo-boos, dry their tears, teach them how to deal with sorrow and upsets, and give them hope…
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