“Why is your child here?” she asked. She wasn’t looking at me, but still looking out the window.
She was still staring out the window.
I didn’t know what to say. I mean, that was just awful. I had never met a parent whose child was dying. I was young and had barely any life experience, and I honestly just didn’t have the words. I think I said something like, “Oh, wow…” because I was so taken back by what she was dealing with.
She continued, “We are trying to arrange respite care in our home. We’ve had enough. He’s had enough. We want him to come home.”
It’s been so many years since that conversation but yet I still think of that mother. Her words have stayed with me, all this time. And the lesson I have learned from them is this: no matter how bad your circumstance is, there is always someone else who has it worse.Always. My daughter had been hurt, yes. She had been changed, and her life was not going to be as it was before. But she was coming home with us. And she was going to live.