I know we’re not promised easy paths. But no parent should ever have to watch their child suffer like this. No mother should have to memorize the pattern of hospital ceiling tiles while praying for a miracle.
Still, in the middle of this darkness, I hold onto hope with everything I have left. Because my child is a fighter. Because love this strong has to count for something. Because I’ve seen miracles before — and I’m praying with every fiber of my being for one more.
If you’re a parent reading this, I know you understand the depth of this kind of love and fear. If you’re not, please hold your children a little tighter tonight.
