As your mama, most days flow by quicker than I can grasp, but sometimes, I sit still and wonderā¦
Do you smile through a pain I canāt fathom?
Do you frustrate easily because you canāt communicate your wants and needs as easily as you used to be able to?
Do you continue to climb over things despite the pain in your joints?
Do you want to sleep no matter how hard your body fights you?
Do you realize you how strong you are physically?
Do you wish to understand why your body keeps becoming more difficult to understand with each passing day?
Do you wonder whatās happening?
Do you question why things keep getting harder?
Or do you continue to smile or at least try, no matter how destructive your body can be?
As your mama, I look at you, and how beautiful you are. You are big, strong, resilient, energetic, hulk-like, joyful, sleepless, fidgety, lost at times, withering in many ways, but absolutely precious.
You shouldnāt have to struggle.
You donāt deserve to try and grasp on to your speech, physical activity, muscle strength, eating without choking and running without pain.
You shouldnāt have to fight your own body for more time.
You shouldnāt have to wonder whatās happeningā¦ and I wish I couldnāt wonder if these thoughts cross your innocent, infant-like mindā¦ but they do.
I love you.
Jesus loves you.
I wish I could grasp the reasons in His planā¦ but I have yet to do so.
The only thing I can seemingly try to process with my feeble mind is that you are far to beautiful for this earth and maybe He knows that.
You are my bestie, forever.
If I could pick up your broken pieces and take them on myself, I would, but for some reason it just isnāt that simple.
Rare disease stinks.
Genetically inherited disease stinks.
Children suffering stinks.
But suffering without a cure, is rotten to the core.
Even if it isnāt in your lifetime, we will fight until the end of ours for a cure.
I promise. I love you, Haidyn Grace.š„
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